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I've recently been looking at certain friends and their pursuit of their dreams. I have a lot of respect for people who are willing to make risky choices in order to follow them. One of my oldest friends is slowly making a name for himself in the world of film. Back in high school, he always talked about making movies, and now he is actually doing just that. Patrick Cady has been director of photography/cinematographer for a number of feature films (independent releases, most with only limited distribution), including Girl Fight, Sunshine State, and Jump Tomorrow. I've seen both Girl Fight and Sunshine State and enjoyed them both (I highly recommend Girl Fight--look for it at your local video rental store). At the end of the movie, I sit through the credits, and I get a vicarious thrill when I see his name on the screen. After all, this was one of my closest friends when we were teens.
Another couple I know dreams of building their own boat and sailing the world. Barry was a co-worker of mine in the early 1990's, when we were both fresh out of college. However, neither he nor his wife were satisfied with the idea of a conventional career followed by retirement. They were restless souls who dreamed of travel and adventure, and didn't want to be anchored to jobs they didn't particularly enjoy. So by the mid-1990's they had pulled up roots and relocated to the Pacific Northwest, where they committed themselves to learning the finer points of boats and sailing. In a recent entry in their blog (which I've syndicated here as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
mepsnbarry_adv), they reflect on their dreams and the inspiration they've gotten from others.
All of this has gotten me thinking about my dreams. Did I ever have a big dream? If so, what happened to it? In some ways, I'm glad I don't have any huge dreams, as I'm pretty risk averse. Besides, having family responsibilities changes the priorities to some extent. It wouldn't be fair to my family to suddenly quit my career to pursue some wild fancy. So maybe its a good thing that my dreams are fairly modest. Someday my wife and I will be able to more of the world traveling that we enjoy. In the meantime, I'll continue to get vicarious enjoyment from watching my friends follow their dreams.
Another couple I know dreams of building their own boat and sailing the world. Barry was a co-worker of mine in the early 1990's, when we were both fresh out of college. However, neither he nor his wife were satisfied with the idea of a conventional career followed by retirement. They were restless souls who dreamed of travel and adventure, and didn't want to be anchored to jobs they didn't particularly enjoy. So by the mid-1990's they had pulled up roots and relocated to the Pacific Northwest, where they committed themselves to learning the finer points of boats and sailing. In a recent entry in their blog (which I've syndicated here as
mepsnbarry_adv), they reflect on their dreams and the inspiration they've gotten from others.All of this has gotten me thinking about my dreams. Did I ever have a big dream? If so, what happened to it? In some ways, I'm glad I don't have any huge dreams, as I'm pretty risk averse. Besides, having family responsibilities changes the priorities to some extent. It wouldn't be fair to my family to suddenly quit my career to pursue some wild fancy. So maybe its a good thing that my dreams are fairly modest. Someday my wife and I will be able to more of the world traveling that we enjoy. In the meantime, I'll continue to get vicarious enjoyment from watching my friends follow their dreams.
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