PC: Bruno Ripoche
I always thought that reaching my dreams would feel like winning the lottery. I imagined running, arms-flailing down the street shouting my happiness. But no. Dreams are hard work. It means cereal dinners, 15 hour work days and $0 pay cheques. It means wearing the same three pairs of shoes year after year (even though you've worn the soles in). It's not having a cell phone or a social life. It's accepting that you are going to be very lost for a while, with wolves trailing not too far behind. So when the moment that I've been dreaming of for years finally came, I didn't run or scream or flail my arms as I had expected. I sat back, sighed a sigh of relief, and went out to buy myself some new shoes.