Since I was a child I’ve always had dreams of what my magnificent, wealthy adulthood would be like. One day I’d dream of being marine biologist working with dolphins at an aquarium, next a Hollywood starlet, the day after that a Backstreet Boys backup dancer. Then one day it dawned on me, I wanted to be a journalist. I love discovering new things and telling others about it. I love celebrity gossip, there’s just something great about exploiting their personal lives. Finally, I thought, this could be my place in the world. Walking my dog through the Upper Eastside, drinking lattes all day, and writing an awesome column (sounds a little Sex and the City, but I never actually watched the show).
My dreams change everyday. Why? Because I’m a dreamer. I spend all day and night dreaming about the places I want to go and the people I want to meet. Dreaming is a good thing, as long as I don’t lose reality, which sometimes I do. I have the next three months to do whatever I want with my life, and I’m going to do it. Rather than just thinking, and dreaming, I’m going to make my dreams come true. I challenge everyone to do the same. Stop just dreaming and start doing.
“ A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”