Most everybody I’ve ever known had some type of ”someday, I’m gonna” dream. We’ve all uttered those words regarding something that we believed was our calling, purpose or reason for being. Unfortunately, most have never gotten past the “someday” part of the equation. For those of us who have pushed past the wishing part, we quickly understood that merely wanting something to happen wasn’t going to make it happen. We also quickly understood that the undertaking was far bigger than we ever planned for: money, time, expertise, skill – no matter how much you have of each, it’s not enough.
I have never uttered the phrase, “someday, I’m gonna blog about my experience opening a multi-tap alehouse & grill” but here I am attempting to divulge the good, the bad and the nauseating about putting everything on the line in the pursuit of a dream. I never planned to link prepositional phrases in such a way, either, but yet it still happened.
There are some things in life that you just can’t know how they’ll turn out until you actually do them. Sort of like when I took my wife skydiving for her birthday. You can theorize all day long about what lies ahead, but that all changes once you willingly step through the airplane’s doorway. Same with opening a restaurant: you plan what’s going to happen; you hope what you planned actually happens; and then you step through the doorway hoping you remembered to include a functional parachute in that plan.
