Saturday, 24 September 2011
Pipe Dreams and Flem-Free Tea
Yesterday, in between stuffing my face with homemade muffins (Sara, you complete babe), contemplating shaving my legs mid-meeting, and trying to remember whether I'd put my oh-so-important weekend bottle of wine in the fridge (I do share it, I promise...) I met a man, and he said something that a) irritated the hell out of me, b) made me have to put on my very best fake smile and complimentary laughter, and c) has resulted in me writing this blog post.
The man, who I had met in a professional setting (hence the fake smile and complimentary laughter), was a 60-something, suited and booted self-made success, who had a beard so shiny, I spent a good twelve minutes debating whether or not it was real silver. (There really are moments in life where this activity is the most exciting thing that's happened all day.)
Said man and I were having a chat about things that two forty-year-age-gap strangers who could not be more different chat about. We discussed the weather (in depth), the oh-so-charming Autumnal view across the hills, and my aspirations, dreams, and ambitions, which I have noticed, is a hot topic amongst my elders. Quite evidently, he'd wanted me to say something along the lines of Neurologist, University Professor, or Astronaut, as when I told him my biggest dream was to sit at an antique desk writing all day-every-day for every Tom, Dick, Harry and Sandra that may want me to, he threw his silver-coated head back and laughed. Yes, he laughed.
As if this wasn't enough, he then said, "Aww, I guess having a pipe dream gives you something nice to think about, but it won't pay the mortgage. What do you really want to do?"
(Please take this opportunity to imagine how hard it was for me to simply smile, laugh, and then make this man, who was quite happy to write my biggest dream off as the shittest thing since the break-up of Brad and Jen, a delicious cup of flem-free tea.)
While said man is a bit of an extreme example, this isn't the first time someone has thrown the words 'pipe' and 'dream' at me, and tried to gently (or not so, in this case) encourage me to give up completely as oppose to tell me 'that's a brilliant idea, I believe in you!' And I'm pretty sure that it's not just me that's putting up with this tidal wave of pessimism that seems to have swept over a good bulk of the human population.
Yes, the economic state of the Country isn't brilliant, yes, I agree that mortgages, cars, and engraved crockery don't come cheap, and yes, I know that you have to work bloody hard to make something of yourself. Life after all, clearly isn't always a bed of roses. But that doesn't mean I'm prepared to live it without planting the seeds, and dedicating a big chunk of it to trying to achieve the things that I want to, whilst settling for a job that pays the bills in the meantime.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with chasing a dream, and I wish people would realise it. After all, striving towards something is the world's greatest adventure, and in a decade where young people are constantly in the press for all the wrong reasons; laying on the street completely frazzled with their knickers on full display, spreading Chlamydia/Herpes/any other horrific sounding STI, and parading round in hoodies shouting obscenities, the ambitious, hard-working ones should come as a welcome relief.
So dream big fine ladies, and don't let anyone try and convince you to do otherwise. After all, dreaming is one of the healthiest things you can do (much more so than a 20 minute jog), and if you believe in it enough, and work equally as hard, I'm certain that we can all turn those dreams into our reality.
I look forward to seeing your names on the front of book covers, in the GP directory, on the front of CDs, on clothing labels, on the box of the nicest pie ever made, and wherever else you'd like them to end up.
What are your dreams?
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