Where was I one month ago? I was in the home that I bought for my son and me. It was our first home and a place we were very proud of. I’m 27 now, and purchasing a home for my son and me to grow in at the age of 24 was a hell of an accomplishment. At that time, I had expectations of being there for years, until fast forward to now, when I realized that my dreams needed to take priority.
I was a department supervisor in a production facility that packaged frozen vegetables. Over five years and some change at this job, I had worked myself up through the ranks and had worn multiple hats. I made nearly 30 dollars an hour working closely with our sales and corporate team while ordering supplies and scheduling the department’s production. My stock as an employee there was on the rise, but there was one problem. Although there is nothing wrong with being a production worker, that’s not the dream, and it was time for me to start following that dream.
I was in a relationship until I explained the plan that I had come up with to pursue my dream. My plans didn’t align with those of my now ex as the conversation ended with an ultimatum. No need to get into details, but I had come to a decision already that no matter what I was going for my dreams, I wasn’t going to settle anymore. When I had to decide between my dream of being with someone who didn’t support my decision to go all-in on that dream, the decision was simple.
So what is the dream?
I love the game of baseball, and my dream is to become a baseball writer. I could spend every day watching, reading about, or talking about baseball, and trust me, that isn’t an exaggeration. I love everything about the game, and it occupies my mind constantly. I love to write; it is a positive and effective way for me to express myself, and for me to combine these two things that I love is the dream. I want to support my family by doing what I love. The dream is to be happy and to be able to say this is what I do proudly, and there is nothing I would rather be doing. I don’t want to wake up every morning with a feeling of dread that it’s time to get up and punch a clock doing something that doesn’t make me happy. Instead, I want to wake up in the morning with a smile, excited about the day’s work ahead of me.
Many people in the world don’t know what they want to do or what they are meant to do with their lives. I consider myself lucky. I’m fortunate enough to know exactly what I want to do. It would be a complete disservice to myself not to go for it.
So, that’s what I did.
I’m going for it. My first home, gone, sold it to live off of the equity to support myself and my son. Why do I need the money to support my family? Because I quit that job to pursue my dreams and give them the time and attention they deserve. We’ve since moved into an apartment, and things are going pretty well for us. The start of this journey has proved to be exciting, scary, and a little overwhelming at times, but I’m happy to say that I’m going for it.