Trip down memory lane. A 30-year long memory lane. I can’t believe it has been 2 years since we moved from the Bay. While we were exploring downtown San Jose, we drove past my old workplace. 8 years. It took me 8 years and my fellow dreamer, my husband, telling me that we needed to get the hell out of there and finally stop talking about we wanted to do and actually do it. But, I was scared. Not only did I have a steady pay check and knew when my money was coming, but I was apathetically comfortable at that job in a way that made me so uncomfortable.
Don't get me wrong, working in a windowless basement did its best to stimulate my creativity. Truly. I found so much time to work on what I loved and the seclusion created a gateway to endless daydreaming. I wrote so many scripts between mindlessly filing documents, begrudgingly answering phones, and my supervisor coming up behind me and asking, "What are you doing?" But, as unhappy as I was, I was still scared of trying something different. Trying to do something no one else I knew had tried to do. As scared as I was of pursuing my dream and having to open up to others about what that dream even was, fear of waking up one day and never having attempted to do what I love scared me more. It quite literally kept me up at night and then proceeded to wake me up with a swift punch to my gut.