The day I realized I’d given up on my dreams, I thought I would be much sadder about it. Or angry even. Raging against the dying of the light that was my ambition.

But I wasn’t. I was sitting at my desk, coming to the realization that I just didn’t care.

My father once told me a story about how, at his lowest point, he was demoing pianos at the mall. He was playing the sappiest elevator music, with a fake grin plastered on his face, drinking vodka from a water bottle.

I thought my melt down would be more akin to that.

I thought my realization would be more dramatic.

And my wife just smiled at me and looked down at our son who had fallen asleep in my arms, mid bite, mashed banana dribbling from his mouth.

You didn't give up on your dreams dummy. You just changed them.

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