Letting Your Dreams Die as an Adult

Think of it as purging to make room for new ones

Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash

I thought I was hot shit in high school. I was the editor of the school newspaper. I was the (paid) high school reporter for the local newspaper. I sold a poem to a magazine. I was a big fish in a little pond who had yet to learn there was an ocean of people who didn’t care.