A wants to go to Harvard. M wants to be a pilot. Another A wants to be the President of the United States.
And me? I want to…get through until tomorrow.
Over the past few months, as I encouraged my students to think about their long-term goals, I had come to a sad realization: I had no tangible goals of my own. I had given up. I had let go of any dream that felt implausible & started to shoot for what seemed realistic. While I told my students to dream big, I started to see that my dreams had become startlingly small.
Months of daydreaming & soul-searching later, I can now tell this story entirely in the past tense. Why? Because I have a dream again.
I want to be a travel writer. A columnist, a published author, a poet, a blogger, a photojournalist — if it involves a pen & paper, I’m happy. Whatever the title may be, I want to experience the world & translate those experiences into authentic & captivating writing.
So, here is my first step. Keep me posted on how I’m doing — hopefully, whatever I’m writing is interesting to you, dear audience, whoever you may be. Let me know if I write something that resonates with you, or challenges you, or causes you to think. Or even bores you. Through this blog, I can start to dream out loud — and I’d love to be pushed to improve, to reach my dream.