Healthy You:
What do you really want?
by Kim Jones,
Cary Medical Center
I want more in my life.
of screenwriting. Since then, I’ve spent hundreds of hours
studying this genre, applying my newfound knowledge to
I say this with a full understanding of and my sleep-induced story. I’ve even started a couple of other
appreciation for all the blessings I have. But even with much feature-length scripts…which leads me back to my point.
to be thankful for - an amazing family, many true friends,
I have thoroughly enjoyed rewriting my original
a job, a home, an education, health, freedom – I’m still not script at least twenty times and I’m pleased with the results,
completely fulfilled. You see, there is this intriguing whisper albeit an amateur’s attempt. But despite this, or perhaps
I occasionally hear. I’m not sure if it’s my inner voice, an because of it, I have this innate feeling that this experience
angel on my shoulder, or messages from some unknown isn’t over. Where did the flash of inspiration that jumpstarted
power, but it coaxes me. Driving me to be more, see more, my foray into screenwriting come from? Why did I feel
try more, and have
so strongly about that
more. It reminds me
particular dream? I
that I have potential
acted on the impulse,
beyond what I could
but what was the
even imagine – as all
point?
This and other
humans do.
similarly
profound
It isn’t about
events continue to feed
greed. Nor is it about
my desires. I want to
being
dissatisfied
meet Simon Pegg,
with the life I have.
finish the two partial
(I’m honored to be
scripts languishing on
living this life!) I can
my laptop, and learn
only describe it as an
to play the guitar. I
enduring feeling that I
want to live near the
am meant to be more
ocean, study marine
than I’ve allowed
biology, and attend
myself to be. The
a Patriots game at
challenge, however,
Gillette. I want to
has been figuring out
spend more time with
what to do about it.
family and friends, open my own business, and grow old
Here’s a personal example.
Early one Saturday morning, I bolted upright in bed with my soul mate. I want to explore Great Britain and
tingling from a dream that was so vivid and so entertaining drive to California in a convertible.
I felt immediately compelled to write about it. The dream
I want more in my life.
had played out like a cinematic dramady (comedy/drama)
starring my favorite real-life actor, Simon Pegg. There
For me, this search for fulfillment isn’t depressing
was also an old woman in a mammoth vintage car, hot
air balloons, and a marching band. Pretty obscure, yes? or discouraging. And it’s certainly not a chore or a burden.
Anyway, for whatever reason, I started jotting this down on Actually, I find it quite the opposite. Life is a magnificent
scrap paper I found crammed into the nightstand drawer. trip and these wants are the fuel that power my journey
But then one sentence lead to another, then to a paragraph, toward being a better version of me. I take pleasure in
then to several paragraphs. Luckily it was the weekend simple things and I am content with many parts of my life,
because over the course of the next few days I wrote almost but I simply cannot fathom a meaningful existence without
this drive for something more.
non-stop. Before I knew it, I had a 128 pages.
With that said, I realize that seeking fulfillment isn’t
It’s worth mentioning that this wasn’t something I
had ever done before. I’m not a struggling screenwriter or easy. Getting what you really want, even those things you
aspiring author with boxes of manuscripts gathering dust in seem destined to attain, rarely happens by accident. Success
the attic. This was a completely unexpected experience that requires a conce