My Dream Job at 34

On a sunny day in Los Angeles, I catch myself daydreaming. Seven months into a philanthropy job at a permanent supportive housing provider, my mind drifts to greener pastures. I am not the world’s best fundraiser, so I ponder on things that might better suit my talents. Passionate about bringing communities together around a common cause and the world of cinema, I formulate my dream job. At 34, I know the next few moments may end up as nothing more than wishful thinking, but I can’t help it. Perhaps the consideration, writing, and sharing will be enough to open a door.

If I could do anything in the world, I would open a small, independent, art-house cinema. A shifting media landscape says this is a dangerous business, but I cannot help but think my approach might somehow be different.

If money were no object, this cinema of mine would feature three screens. At any given time, we would feature a new popular release, something independent, and a classic film. The centerpiece of this cinema would be a restaurant and bar. The space would feature long communal tables and spaces designed to bring people together. My hope would be to encourage post-film discussion.

Our mission would be simple. We would aim to introduce people to the transformative power of cinema through screenings, discussions, festivals, and community events. We would aim for more than a…