I’m sure that I’m not alone when it comes to fantasizing about realizing your wildest dreams. My business partner Tom and I like to joke about how he already has his suit picked out for when we are on the Today show.
While I can laugh and joke to my friends about stuff like that, I know that deep down I’m really not joking at all.
Because I really do want to have my own travel/drawing show on PBS. (and don’t forget about the Emmy I’ll win for it) I really do want to be on Fresh Air with Terry Gross, and I really do want to be a clue on the NYT Crossword Puzzle. And yes, I have thought about the heart attack I will have upon hearing Ari Shapiro say my name on the air.
I’m not sure why, but for the longest time I’ve been embarrassed to admit openly that these really are my true ambitions. I’m not sure if it’s the culture of being a fine artist at an art school that I’ve lived in for so long (which generally disparages ambitions like this) that’s made me that way, or if it’s because I think having ambitions like this makes me seem like an egomaniac. (like who am I to think that I would be capable of any of those ambitions in real life)
Either way, it’s time to own to up the fact that none of this is a joke, and that now, it’s for real.