In college I remember being hit upside the head with a realization.
My dreams are boring.
Everyone around me was talking about big dreams. They were talking about changing the world. They were talking about having the kinds of jobs that only a select number get to enjoy. They wanted to be professional nomads, traveling the world and working digitally. The ones that didn’t care about work had huge adventure bucket lists. They’d talk for hours about their plans, some of which that sounded so big that it’s hard to believe they could happen. Then they would turn to me and say “Anna, what do you want?”
“A house on the outskirts of town. A husband. Some kids. A horse. A job that allows me to afford it.”
“It’d be really awesome if I could get some of my novels published too. I’d like to have people read them.”
That’s all I want, those are my biggest dreams. They say shoot for the moon and if you miss you’ll land among the stars, but maybe I want to land on a three acre lot somewhere in North Carolina.