That same question haunted me…

So where do you see yourself in five years?

Or ten years? I always had a really hard time seeing any of that. I could only see where I wanted to be, not what I wanted to do to get there. Even still, I only imagine myself lying on an isolated beach, soaking in the quiet sunshine. Oh yea, and collecting checks. My plan was passive income, from some dreaming up some great life altering invention that everyone absolutely needs for 19.95$ plus shipping and handling or some other silly necessity.

Great plan, but highly unlikely. I still go to bed every night trying to force a great idea out before I finally give up and try to rescue some sleep time. I wake up, knowing the reality is that unless I suddenly become a bazillionaire, I would have to make some real changes. My reality is more of a typical job, that is comfy and pays the bills, but it certainly won’t provide me with my own private island, where I can act like a trophy wife. Until that day, I will keep daydreaming of that island waiting there for me, patiently calling my name as the waves drift in.