Our flight’s movie, on the Boeing 757, was Up in the Air starring George Clooney as the earned million mile point man. Quite an interesting movie. Big companies hire people, like George Clooney’s character, to face people, fire them, and offer them ‘the package’.
George (who’s character name escapes me), says to this particular man he firing (as I improvise the lines):
You minored in French Culinary Arts. Most men minor in Accounting or Business, but you minored in French Culinary Arts. Now you can go and live your dream as a chef (as he hands him the severance package).
How much did they pay you to give up your dreams when you graduated from college?
That whole short spew of lines really struck me. Do you know what the man replied? (improvisation, again) “$28,000 year”.
Wow! I always wondered how we get stuck in this proverbial mess of getting stuck in a 9 – 5 job and playing groundhog day on repeat. Now I know. It started in our young adult life.
Now, I don’t mean to sound so harsh with that statement above. But I remember my dreams of wanting to be an artist, traveler, drinking coffee on the veranda day in and day out, or sitting at the coffee shop with a cigarette hanging from my lips watching the people around me. Just stuff that didn’t require a time schedule or deadlines.
Yet, somehow I got caught up that 9 to 5 life. And my dreams were pushed back to live ‘another day’. Yet that day never seems to get any closer.
But, as I sit in my veranda outlooking the Maui Ocean, with my family, I think to myself there is so much more to life than living in my scheduled little bubble of a life.
All it took me was $9,000 a year to work full-time at the Kay Bee Toys (or $4.25 per hour to work as a cashier) to give up on my dreams.
How much were you offered to give up your dreams?