When I was in high school, my band teacher told me I should stop playing clarinet because “they don’t give scholarships for clarinet,” and that I needed to immediately switch to piano. As if. All good scholarships flow from piano, he said. I was confused and torn in all the ways only a high school band nerd could be. Mrs. Hardisty, my fifth grade teacher, had retired from teaching years before, and strangely enough, taken a job as the secretary at the car dealership where my mom sold cars. Mom, being prone to talk as I suppose most moms are, recounted the story to Mrs. H, and that evening I received this hand-scribed note from her.
“A good dose of reality won’t ruin your dreams, just test them. – Mrs. H.”
Wise words even 20 years later. Got any realities testing your dreams lately? I’m finding that sometimes reality exposes the “dreams” you’re chasing aren’t the right ones. How about you?