Childhood Dreams

I just turned 24.

I've been mulling over endless job applications and writing countless cover letters. In the middle of all of it nothing seemed to feel right. I've been thinking a lot about what makes me happiest and what has always made me happy for fear that I'd just end up settling for something that's easy or something that in the end I'd be miserable pursuing. I had to return to the things that I'm passionate about and try to figure out how could I possibly merge them into the one perfect job.

So I went back. To when I was six. And it all felt better again. It all started to make sense.

If you have about 10 minutes listen to the story about the dog named maxi who rides in the taxi all day.



It was a story that I seemed to have forgotten but always sort of remembered. However looking at it now I can see that even when we're six all those childhood dreams we have are ingrained in our souls whether we like it or not.

I remember checking this book out from the library over and over. I read it out loud, I read it to myself, I took it to show and tell, I read it so many times my mom eventually bought it for me. I seemed to have forgotten the details until I magically found this video.

I'm not saying that I'm going to be a chemist, play in the WNBA, go into outer space, or even be a veterinarian (because I dreamt of all these things too.) but the direction I now know I'm supposed to be taking has a entirely different meaning now because apparently I've been thinking about it ever since I was six.

And it all makes sense.

It sure does feel good to have clarity after not being able to see which way to go for so long.


I'll let you know how it pans out. And if you're really wondering: yes, it's my childhood dream to be a taxi driver in New York City. ;)

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