A paradox emerges: In order to have enough future security, we must surrender our prior imaginings. It is now imperative to choose something specific and something solid. The whimsical wishes that filled our waking and sleeping dreams before adulthood now seem to only take place during slumbering respites in darkness.
Why? Why is being a “responsible adult” somehow equated with being dreamless? Why is whimsy regarded as a waste of time?
When considering your next career, pause and ask yourself this single question: “How do I align who I am with what I want to accomplish?”