I've always been the youngest
The ever-pestering tag-along
Wearer of hand-me-downs
Deprived of late curfew.
College changed that.
Like C.S. Lewis's magical wardrobe, college transported me from the doldrums of adolescence to the new and exciting world of adulthood. Here in this new world I set out on adventurous quests far beyond what I ever imagined I could accomplish. I remember my trepidation on the first day of freshman year, worried I would get lost on the large campus. I never did. I was a brave warrior at the helm of a charging chariot blazing courageously onto the battlefront of my future.
It was invigorating!
I've had a lot of dreams throughout my life.
Dreams of attending a culinary school in Italy.
Dreams of becoming a great children's book author and illustrator.
Dreams of being a loving wife and mother.
Dreams of owning a Mini Cooper.
Dreams of being in an Opera.
Dreams of working for Pixar.
Till now, they have only ever been dreams.
College certainly taught me that dreams are attainable, but all I've ever done is stand on my tippy toes and reach helplessly for the high branches of my potential. College is certainly a step in the right direction, but never before did I think to actually climb the tree.
The other day I was driving with Madre, talking excitedly about my lifelong "Pixar Dream":
"...and they ride around the studio on segways...
...imagine meeting Edwin Catmull! John Lasseter! Brad Bird!...
...suddenly, I'm animating the world's next 'Sheriff Woody'...
...what if they let me be the voice of a character...
...my great-great-grandchildren will see my name in the credits..."
Dreaming never gets old for me, you see.
Madre then said something that, for some strange reason, caught me off guard,
"Why don't you go work for them then?"
She must've heard the ache of longing in my voice as I sculpted my dream lovingly into words,
"You're right," I said, "Why...don't I?"
And so, friends, next Summer I'm moving to Emeryville, California for the Summer and interning at Pixar Animation Studios...ideally. I haven't applied yet, but I'm a step in the right direction and I am beside myself with excitement! Beside Myself I Tell You!
Dreams don't just happen. They don't just POOF and appear out of thin air.
Yes, dreams are REAL, but you have to reach...in fact, you have to do much more than just reach, you have to chase them, tackle them to the ground and pin them down till you can get a license around their neck that tells the world that that dream has an owner (weird analogy, sorry) and that owner is YOU!
Good luck to all you cute people in all of your dreams!
And run a little faster, they're closer than you think!
Wish me luck,
P.S. If any of you Californians know of a Studio Apartment in the Bay Area (around Oakland) for lease next Summer, let me know! :)