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A Dream Deferred
The Story of How The Coronavirus Response in 2020 Derailed My Dream and Why that Might Have Been a Good Thing
Have you ever killed a dream? Something you worked hard for, something that felt like it was meant to be but then … something happened. Something that led you to the difficult decision: I can’t do this. I really, really want to, but donkey balls, I can’t!
It sucks.
I think poet Langston Hughes understood some of the various confusing emotions of deferring a dream.
Here I am, two weeks from the end of 2021 and about 18 months from when I put my dream on hold, trying to make sense of it, asking myself, not for the first time, “Did I really make the right decision?”
What would my life be today if I’d followed my dream? I’ll just have to keep wondering because, much as I’d love to have some sort of Parallel Universe Traveling Machine, I’ve lost Doc Brown’s phone number.
However, I’ve just woken from one of those nights where I go to bed super early and wake up in the wee hours and, at last, it all makes sense. As is my wont, I was just out ahead…
