Part of me might believe that and I think, I’ll just catch up with that dream in my next life. But won’t be here for my next life, not like this, not this incarnation of me. Today, it’s just me who so badly wants to go to Europe and speak like they do, and eat cheese, and see the Eiffel Tower, and see the white buildings of Greece. So why would I put off a trip to Europe, or writing a book? Why do I go home everyday after work and say, “you know I've had a really rough day, I worked really hard, I made good money doing it, and I'm satisfied with that.” Why do I settle for that? I think I need to try to stop and think about my choices, and instead say, “why am I spending ten hours a day doing something that's really difficult and saving money? What's the point?” Isn't the point so that I can spend the money? To tuck it away in a savings account for future kids, or plan a trip to Europe, or save it up so I can take a month off of work and write a book. Isn't that the point of working hard, so I can get to my dreams?
Every little step counts, do something to further your goals. We can do it together. If you need me, I’ll be at my desk, writing a new story about a woman who grabs her dreams… and the first flight she finds to the UK.