Starry-eyed in Spring

Yesterday Summer invaded this city, a crazy 27 degree high in the middle of April! Today, grey is the colour of everything outside my window, the rain persistent at staking its claim to this season. You gotta love the weather in Ontario.

My world is full of surprises - a month ago I whined about failing every job interview thrown my way, today I'm working in the comfort of home in my pajamas. Ok fine, I'm in jogging pants but you get the idea.

Don't you hate writing pretend-dialogue on your blog? Writers hope they're being witty and funny, but really it's no different from watching a crazy person talk to himself across the street.

Yesterday I heard from a friend that a favourite local gem is packing it up to make his way back to his home in Winnipeg, after his 2-years of singing his heart out in closet-sized cafes of Toronto. No one can say he didn't give it a shot. I wonder how many starry-eyed dreamers go back home every day, their hands up in the air, forced to call their passion a hobby. You have to bleed a good deal before you can live off of what you love, and only a few are willing to make that sacrifice. Even then, luck and good fortune play a big part.

When we were younger, we were told to go after our dreams. No matter what hindrances come along the way, if we want something bad enough, we should just go for it. As adults, we're ridiculed for even thinking this way. We're told to plant our feet on the ground and be practical. I just think there's a middle ground. In between deadlines and demands, we should still do the things that make us feel alive. Even if it means getting laughed at once in a while.