Reflecting back on "Up in the Air," which I enjoyed seeing yesterday, there was a part where George Clooney's character is firing an employee and he asks: "At what point in your life did you stop living your dream?" Wow, that hit home with me.
As far back as I can think, I always wanted to be a copywriter and move to New York City. It was the mecca of everything, fashion, style, excitement, theater, art and film, all wrapped up in one beautiful package.
But, like the character in the film, I never started to put ANYTHING into my bag to lead me to New York.
I "settled" on Miami, Florida, my place of birth to live and work as a young woman. I had options, however; I let fear dictate my life. Now I understand full-well how disastrous that can be.
When I was accepted to Northwestern University to pursue a career in Journalism, guess what? I didn't go. Instead, I opted to "be safe" and close to the nest and attend the University of Miami. Now the University of Miami was a decent school, but it wasn't the best school for my dream.
I suppose this will continue to be a life-long regret. I often think "what if" or had I made that choice, where would my life be now? Perhaps I can live out that dream and write a novel about that. It isn't strange at all that I have come full-circle and am writing this blog. I suppose it is not only prophetic, but a catharsis for me at this point in my life.