Dream job went through a few phases. Writing books, writing kids books, journalism, political journalism/editorials. I found out that I just can't finish a long book nor write a story without filling it with complex words, nor can I leave my morals at the door and become a journalist of any kind.
I'd have to say, however, that most of my dreams came true, much to my surprise. No one really expects to find the love of their life at 18. Nor find a profession that they really love doing.
To tell the truth, my biggest dream as a kid was to have disposable income, something my family didn't have. To be able to see a movie or buy ice cream whenever I want, without guilt. I feel so blessed to be able to eat at nice restaurants. Seriously.
I'm hard pressed to come up with dreams that didn't come true that really disappoint me. There's still time, right? I could still publish a work of some kind, I guess.
