April 17th, 2012
I’ve been more quiet than usual since temporarily relocating to Florida. Meg and I landed some interim employment- she at a wine bar and me at a tourist restaurant. Both locations sat right on the beach, so back to serving we were. These past ten weeks have given us a healthy padding to our travel funds.
As anyone who has worked in the food and beverage industry knows, there is an initial grace period where your subconscious is flooded with food orders and menu questions and pretty soon you’re having awful dreams about forgetting someone’s water. Unfortunately, I’ll even have these dreams about missing a class in college and realizing I hadn’t gone all semester and it’s the final week and of course, it’s always a damn math class.
Know what I mean?
Anyhow, Meg and I are preparing to leave Florida for a few short days in Chicago (the perfect layover). We have booked our one way ticket out of this fine country of ours and into the land of green, lucky charms, leprechauns, Guinness, and whisky.
So now I can have my dreams back. No more waking up in the middle of the night questioning myself about menu specials, that party table , or did I even put their order in? No! I can demand my dreams back.
Symbolism aside, I’ve been asking people about their hobbies, life goals, and dreams. To my astonishment, a surprising amount of people had no answers. I realize that the blog world is heavily inspired by Four Hour Work Week folks, dreamers, and people who are at least asking themselves the existential questions of life and their purpose. But it seems to me that a sad lot of people simply aren’t dreaming. They aren’t even pushing for more.
So my realization is simple: you can’t demand your dreams if you aren’t dreaming in the first place.
You can push through crap jobs, awkward living situations, long hours, small wages, uninspired friends, and any other hiccups life can toss your way because you have a vision of bigger things for your life. But you have to at least know what it is you want.
And even if you don’t know what you want, at least figure out what you don’t want. Start there.
Post-script: if you’re in Europe at all this summer and would like to meet up for a tea or a pint, or even a good old fashioned picnic, drop me a line! We plan to head through the Middle East by fall, aiming to hit the trans Siberian train before winter, so the same invite to anyone along the way!