As a rule my dreams are always attainable. I
don't dream too big for reality and I rarely dream big because I hate
disappointment and or wishing for unrealistic things. Which is not
necessarily an attractive quality but I think in terms of reality not
fantasy, unless of course I'm writing one of my many pieces of fiction,
that's just me. Can't change that, don't really want to, and know that I can
never really change myself.
as a writer in the city...
I think being a writer in a big city would be
incredibly exciting, considering I've never lived in a big city.
I've always ended up living in the smaller town next to the big
city as far back as I can remember. Living in a big city, like
New York for instance, which, sadly, I've never been to,
I feel I
would need just the bare necessities. As a writer I would need
simply the bare necessities, in general. Therefore I would need
less money, which would be absolutely incredible because the less the
need for money, the little need for working major hours, leaving me
tons of time to write, which does, in deed, take tons of time - tons
of useFUL time. I could be a freelance writer, but that would
require me to write boring articles for submission that I really don't
want to waste my time writing. I could always work at a
non-demanding job such as a restaurant and work only like 2 or 3 days
and write the remainder of the days and not have to think about work
outside of the workplace. Never mind, that wouldn't be sufficient
income I could always invest in stocks...? Yeah right. I'm
thinking I go along with my original, sane idea of completing my
degree as a teacher and spending my weekends and summers to write.
I think that would be sufficient, besides I really want to be a
teacher as well so I'll have both careers going and it'll be a very
stable life, besides teachers are needed everywhere. So here are
the basic wonders that come with my dream as being a writer in the
Transportation: So as a
writer in the city I wouldn't need a car, I could get around a bus
or public transportation and I'd have tons of money left over because
that means no car insurance and no car payment roughly adding up to a
whopping 700 bucks. Wow, that amazes me. I admit it,
I'm a very frugal (money cautionous)
person, or in other more simple terms: Cheap.
Living space: I'd live in a nice cozy little studio or
one bedroom apartment in a safe gated community with lushful green
plants, flowers, and a pool. The people around me would be
dream office or den...
Every writer has a dream office/den-like writing area,
right? Oh well, even if they don't, I do. It would be in a large
rectangular room where there
imaginary ideal environment
in which I would
like to emerge would be my perfectly designed classroom and my
well-furnished room consisting of a large table on which I would be
able to spread out my work such as lesson planning, writing both
nonfiction and fiction. My large spacious room would be lined with
bookshelves and have a window
with yellow or baby blue curtains.
My kitchen living room would be separate, but my room would be the
largest of the 1-story house
- July 2005, from working
through Barbara Sher's Wishcraft book
as a writer in the
I got the idea while watching an episode of
"Hey Arnold", a cartoon on Nickelodean.
as a singer...
I think I can safely rule this dream out considering
I've turned into a writing water buffalo from a skinny size-1-wearing
popstar over the past 3 years.
as a teacher...
|I have a dream of becoming a teacher, as strange as
it may sound.
the 2005 non-dreamer
|All of the above was written and created in 2002 or
early 2003, but as I sit here trying to come up with a dream of write
about initiated in 2003 or later, I realize I cannot think of one.
I don't have any dreams. Not as of yet,
at least. I have, although, shed myself of the
dream of becoming a hermit-type writer who sits at her
typewriter (yes, I adore typing on typewriters as compared to this
laptop sometimes) in her small home on a mini-island aware from the
commercialization of the city and suburban living. I'm learning
to become a more balanced individuals, but as of yet, I can safely
say, I don't have any dreams...
"I refuse to falter in what I believe or lose faith in
my dreams because there is a light in me that shines
brightly" - "Can't Take that Away from Me"
Writing a book on a complete secondary education
contemplating launching several
Attaining degree in English education
Exercising and eating for optimum health
Inspired by Benjamin Franklin's idea of a
"junto" group; considering creating one
Organizing and launching an
Attaining a Masters
in my father's accounting firm
as a self-educator & writer
dream big - wishcraft
Five weeks before the end of a
grueling, wretched semester studying accounting, I finally realized my dreams.
Barbara Sher, success coach and writer, has inspired me with her books Wishcraft
and I Could Do Anything If I Only Knew What it Was. Through working from
beginning to end of Wishcraft for months, I could not specifically narrow down
what my dream achievement was. Before the end of the this recent semester
(ended 2 weeks ago, yes, I'm still shuttering and sniveling at it. I just
have a natural disdain for its hinderence to my goals) I wanted to
yell "Yes, Barbara Sher I finally know what I want!" but knew that I'd either
have to wait five weeks to have time to do it, or not attain it at all since my
parents wished me to enter the Master's in Taxation program in the Summer or
Fall. I was so frustrated and fed up with the very practical request my
well-meaning parents made for me, but did very little to achieve acceptance into
the program. Nevertheless, I didn't wait until the end of 5 weeks to pursue
my goal of self-education and becoming a consultant. Today, I'm working
toward such goals, and I'd hoped this morning would bring me a renewed vitality
to pursue my self education and consultant career, sadly, my eyes hurt and my
body unmotivated. How is this possible, I ask. I finally know what I
desire, have been craving it for weeks, now have the free time, how is it that
I'm unmotivated to pursue this dream? Barbara Sher has left this to "fear" and I
agree with her completely. She's hinted many times before that once we've
cleared our schedules to accomplish our goals a sudden fear evident by
sleepiness, hunger, or immobility strikes making us wonder why we're not
motivated to push forth with our dreams. This morning I did something I
rarely do, indulge in pop culture. What did I find? Emptiness, as usual,
but also a sense that nothing is happiness without a context. Though I may
be hesitant to begin reading my self-study books or writing my education book, I
still want to complete both. Until I place my mind in the proper context,
I will not achieve. This is my next aim.
May God be with me today, as I pursue my goals.
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