Distortions, Fantasies, and Escape Plans

I think I've realized my life is never going to be the life I fantasize about.

In my fantasy, I love my job. I get paid lots of money to follow my bliss. I make a difference in the world for the better. I come home to a spacious apartment/cottage and enjoy the company of my well behaved dog. I explore the outdoors but enjoy going out as well. More importantly, I can afford to do both. In my fantasy I meet a guy and we instantly click and the connection is undeniable. We are both addicted instantly. The End.

In my world, I hate my job once again. I battle the forces that are trying to eliminate my position due to budget cuts and, thus, have to pretend I love my job. I get paid nothing and am constantly strapped for cash. I make the rich richer and the poor poorer (except in this economy the rich are losing money by the buckets). I come home to my tiny room and a dog that has decided to take out his resentment on me by pissing or shitting after I take him out on his walk. I never see the outdoors, unless you count the sidewalks of NYC. I go out sometimes, but rarely have the funds to. In my reality I meet a guy and think, he'll do. He's not great but he's nice. He's company. We're both mutually unimpressed and decide to end it for both of our sakes. The End.

In my reality, I have to face facts and start planning my escape. Being laid off appears inevitable, which makes remaining in NYC impossible. Westbound. But where to? And can I find a job? With the global economy in turmoil, jobs are rare. With only a year of experience under my belt, I am still indistinguishable from the masses who apply every day. So how can I turn fantasy into reality? Is it even possible?

I'll take a lesson from a puppet. I will find my purpose. The first step is discovering your bliss. Thank you Avenue Q!