Before you read this. I had no idea where I was going with this blog post. Just a warning
Dreams change.
When you are little you have these out-of-the-world dream jobs that you wanna do or dreams that you want to come true. Whether that’s being an astronaut a doctor or going to Disneyland. That was indeed one of my dreams when I was younger and still is since I have never well been to Disney although I have been to a Disney store but it’s not the same. Anyways I’m getting distracted.
I remember when I was young and I wanted to be a vet. I wanted to treat animals and take care of them and just have all the animals in the world. Thinking back about that “Dream job” I would be horrible at it. I would be crying all the time and doing the “Ewww that came out of you” I would be a horrible vet.
As I got older I didn’t really have any dream jobs I was just living life and enjoying what I had left before the crippling depression and anxiety set in. However finally in middle school, I decided I wanted to be a photographer. I don’t know how I came up with that idea but I really wanted to be one. I would take these, to be honest awful looking photos and thought this was the best work in the entire world. For some reason, I would also edit the hell out of each photo and as someone once said it me it looked like editing on drugs and looking back they were right. While doing that I found an app called Wattpad and I started writing stories.
My parents got me a camera later on and I went crazy taking photos and trying to be a photographer. I had no idea how to work a camera but I took photos and when high school came around my school had a photography class and to be honest, that was the main reason why I wanted to go to that school was because of that class. At the same time as photography and doing the class I started writing a script for a show I had in mind. I only wrote one script for the first episode then kinda forgot about and I was also again writing a story on Wattpad.
In grade ten I was still in love with doing photography and writing and I even started a book that gained a lot of traction and was doing good. However, then grade 11 came and I no longer what to do photography I wanted to be a psychologist and again I was still writing.
It wasn’t until the end of grade twelve where I already wrote 4 crappy books and A NOVEL that I actually wanted to publish for me to realize. Hey, maybe I wanna be a writer.
For SEVEN YEARS ISH I wrote on and off and then focused on writing a whole novel all for me to realize I wanted to be a writer. I mean someone could have told me “hey carly have you thought about writing for a living”.
And now after god knows how long I realized I want to be a screenwriter/ director…. SEE DREAMS CHANGE don’t know why that was ao aggressive
Dreams change a lot and sometimes you won’t have a dream for days months or years or you may not even notice the thing you are doing is the thing you will one day work so hard for in your future.
Was there a point to this blog post? At first yes. By the end no.
The one thing I learned though is that if you wanna do something you love. Then do it or at least try because what’s the point of dreaming if you can’t even give it a chance. Even if that means you want to go to mars.