I took a break from the sewing for the summer, thinking I could take some time to prepare for the next course and hopefully find my enthusiasm again. Well, I didn't prepare at all, and I think my little spark of a dream has been snuffed out. Every single conversation I have with anyone in the industry is all doom and gloom, no hope at all.
The next class starts in a week and I haven't registered yet. I'm struggling with myself. I swear, this has got to be the most frustrating thing I've ever done. I want to go for it, but how can I? It's obviously a high-risk career option, and rather expensive to boot.
But that's just it, isn't it? We don't dream about things that are realistic, prudent, and within reach. For a dream to hold your attention, it has to be just that - a dream. Fantastic, cloaked in an aura of near-impossibility, defying common sense and realism. Dreams serve as a north star, a means of giving us enough magic to keep going.
So will I take the next course? Who knows...let you know in a week.
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