I've never been particularly ambitious to run my own company, start up something in the garage (or shed, since I have no garage) or invent something that will save the world.
But I have always wanted to own my own book store.
I know just what it will look like, too.
It will be in an old building, maybe a small workshop type of space, something with wooden floors and nooks and crannies. Bookshelves will be nicely spaced, so there's room for people to browse back to back without doing bumping butts with each other (unless you like that sort of thing, of course, but maybe that behaviour isn't really suited for a book shop). The lighting will be good but not glaring and the shelves will be well-organized but not sterile.
There will be lovely leather armchairs placed under windows and in alcoves so you can drop into them and peruse your selection for a minute or an hour. There will be tables for those who prefer to read that way, with good lamps on them.
There will be tufted ottomans and squishy green velvet love seats. And there will be a cat. A big, fluffy, friendly cat who sleeps on the chairs and keeps the mice at bay.
But mostly there will be the books. New books, used books, old books, books of all types. Books on shelves that reach to the ceiling, complete with ladders for easy access.
It will be cozy and quiet and welcoming and it will feel just like home.