At one point in my life, I dreamed of owning a book store. I loved the idea of working in a book store, but the actual job was a poor fit. I had the skills to do the work. But it didn’t fulfill what I wanted out of the job.
Here’s what I wanted: I loved books and read voraciously. I saw myself creating a space for people who loved books as much as I did. In my imagination, I saw people having conversations about books, and ideas, and writing.
I quit my programming job and got a job in a book store. It seemed like a good idea to test it out before I plowed my savings into buying one.
