Liz brought out her senior year scrapbook tonight—uncovered in a bout of unpacking and reorganizing she suffered from this afternoon—and it was kind of wild reading through it how much she’s literally followed the path she set out for herself at the age of eighteen.
I think something we might forget too easily is that we love what we love all the way back at eighteen. For the most part. Not completely, sure, and I know there are many people that find what they really love later in life…but even then, there’s A LOT that we’ve already fallen in love with by that age, and it doesn’t change no matter how old we get.
For me, it was storytelling. Stories. Whether that was plays or movies and TV or books, I was hooked by then. Even earlier. I was hooked on that stuff in my pre-teens, even. It never changed, and it never will.
Liz and both took the advice of “pursue your dreams” literally. Not many people do that. We’re very lucky, I’d have to say, to be able to pursue them. Both of us were encouraged to do so, and had the means. A lot of people don’t. It is something I’m also proud of. I didn’t have to choose this path. It would have been easier and financially or socially more viable to do other things. But, I chose not to. And I’m proud because I know deep, deep inside me that it was the right choice. Which is also just a relief. I’m relieved that it was the right choice, and that I’ve had the good fortunate I’ve had. The bad fortune, too. I learned a lot from that.
I’d recommend to anyone to live their dreams. I’m a very happy person because of it.
Today…was really busy. Lots of projects for work. The organization of my office has taken a back seat completely. Blerg. But, I’ve kept up with the writing. I really, REALLY want to finish my outline this week. And I can. Just need to jam on it tomorrow and over the weekend. Got the CRF episode edited and uploaded for tomorrow…hoping the Warriors will close out Boston and win the Finals…and podcasting with J tomorrow. Watching a classic. I’m not going to say what it is, bc Josh reads this shit sometimes, and I don’t want to remind him what the movie is because I guarantee he forgot what it was, heh heh. Always the most fun when it’s a surprise.
Night night.