Throughout the years, I find that my dreams seem to grow smaller in range and scope. I suppose, as reality sets in, I cling to what seems manageable — the smaller victories don’t seem so sweet, but then again, there are more of them. I got out of bed! I got a paycheck! I paid my rent! These were not the goals I set out to have in life.
In reality, though, I’m moving on and moving up. And I know it. Because no matter how bad things get and even the fact that sometimes I have regressed in both living situation and career, as they say in the stock market, I was simply experiencing a mild pullback — a correction to support, if you will — before ascending to new highs.
Accordingly, it looks like I’ve been fortunate enough to regain my momentum and yes, I feel ready to continue the uptrend. But first, I had to leave behind the old trading range.
All right, enough with the metaphors!
Last night, as I left behind my keys and life as I knew it in Alexandria, Va., I realized that what used to be my “dream” apartment is a dream I had actually outgrown and that it will be someone else’s dream to grow into now. I have bigger dreams — and a bigger, nicer pad — to grow into.
In my head: Vonda Shepard, “Neighborhood”
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