Earlier today, I had an interesting conversation about university, work, and dreams. Dreams being the kind that people have about their future. Not the dreams that you have when you're asleep. I was brought back to when I was a young idealist kid who thought that looking at System Engineer Jobs, or something similar, would be awesome. I remembered the early days of college when I thought that working with the technical aspect of computers was my dream. Fast forward to the early 2000s when my dream changed. I was working as an English teacher. I never wanted to be a teacher and yet there I was. I loved what I was doing, but my dream then was to write full time. Back then, I was writing before and after my day job. I just knew that I would be so much happier staying at home and writing all day. Today, I am living my dream, and yet sometimes, I have to remind myself that this is my dream. There are days when words seem alien to me. There are times when writing is like having my teeth extracted. No, worse. Sometimes it's like having a huge cavity filled. Yet in spite of those moments, I know that this is what I want and that I would not trade it for anything. Sometimes, I need to remind myself of the what and the why. Then I feel so grateful.