A long time ago I had a dream, which is a recurring dream. This is how it goes.
It is dark.That's it. The first time I had that dream I knew what it meant. It meant that I wanted a job where I had to travel. In the dream there was no wife. There were no kids.
I am walking home on a cobblestone street.
I enter my home, turn on a few dim lights, and quietly drop my keys onto a small wooden table.
Then I walk upstairs.
Today I think I know what the dream means for me. I have submitted an application to join a project at IBM where I would be a facilitator for a group of new IBMers. The trip would require lots of preparation before hand, and a few trips around the country to facilitate new hire training for IBM. If I don't land the project, I won't be sad. I now know what I want to do for my professional career. It does not involve taking print calls, but it does involve staying current with technology, helping people, and taking a leadership role in the development of other people. It will involve speaking to large and small groups of people. It will probably involve some travel.
It feels good to have a goal.