This is the view when I’m lying in bed at night.
Marriage license, family photos, our wedding vows with a picture from when we were dating…
The other night, I realized that this particular picture frame is at least 13 years old.
Because, as not many people know, in college I studied to get a degree in architecture in order to go on and get a Master’s in 3D animation. My dream job was to work at Pixar or Big Idea (Veggie Tales). I remember that picture frame because I entered one of my 3D designs in an art competition, in that frame. (I think I got 3rd place or something, I don’t remember.)
Back then, the frame would have looked like this…
That’s the guy I had in the frame before. (yes, I know… that pencil is HUGE.)
I can’t say that I don’t miss that dream every once in a while: when I wonder where I’d be today (California? eh… no thanks.), when I watch a Pixar movie, or a behind-the-scenes look at how they make movies, or when I see “Saving Mr. Banks” in the theaters and am reminded of how much I love Walter Disney.
But you see, I’ve always had 2 dream jobs. The one in the frame 13 years ago, and the one in the frame right now.
I don’t have 3 full-length animated films to add to my resume, but I do have a photo that holds the 3 most precious things to me. (soon to be 4!)
Looking at that frame a few nights ago, I thought, “Would I trade those 3 people for the fame/money/whatever/whatever of making movies? (and spending all day in front of a computer?)”
My answer is there when I turn around from this computer…
The answer is no.
No… I wouldn’t trade it.