Living the Dream

Another day of making 50 pounds of ground beef into patties. Mixing a batch of marinade for 80 steaks. Scheduling league play for the golf course. Ordering liquor, groceries, supplies. Sitting at my computer wondering what it's going to take for me to get the hell out of the jobs that I don't like and do what I really want.

Could it be fear? Perhaps some insecurity from my youth? Perhaps the apprehension of being ridiculed for my attempts. Or knowing that total failure would crush my dreams forever.

All my life I've known what I've really wanted to do. I can picture it in my mind so clearly. I can hear the noises associated with it. So badly do I want it that I can practically taste it. But 30 years of trying to earn a living has put my into a routine that I can't escape. Most days I know that only I can make the changes necessary to pursue my dream. I know this in my brain and feel it in my heart but the fear has settled in my bowels and it is clear to me that it is this organ that rules my life.

So please send out positive thoughts to the universe and also send comments on my page. Perhaps with your help I will take the plunge and live the dream of being a Rockette.