Living the Dream
It’s not that I ever had some grand vision of the life I wanted to live. To tell you the truth, I had no clear picture of it at all.
I never could figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up, even after I’d long since grown.
I used to read all these self-help books that tell you to write a description of where you want to be five years from now and my mind would go blank. I’d make up something, but most of it was stuff I thought I should want, or could want, or would probably enjoy if it came my way; but none of ever really turned me on.
So this weekend, when it occurred to me how deeply happy I am and that I’m living the life of my dreams, I was taken by surprise. I didn’t realize I had a dream. I just kept doing less of the things I didn’t enjoy and more of the things that I did, and now what I’m doing pleases me immensely.
Oh sure, there’s plenty of room for improvement. We can always make the best in us even better. But now, at long last, I know what brings me satisfaction and joy. And those are the things I invest my time in—the things that matter to me.
That’s the key: “Follow your bliss,” as Joseph Campbell said. Do less of the things that hold no pleasure and more of the things that delight you. Generally, that means admitting what you’re good at, what’s easy for you, the things that let you use your natural interests, talents and strengths. Anything less is cheating yourself of your central asset: the minutes and hours of your life.
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