When you were a kid I bet you knew how to dream. I know I did. I would dream about going places and doing, what life would be like when I grew up. If I were to ask my kids what they want to do when they grow up I'd probably get the answers of being a pharmacist, a dancer, and a fireman. No doubt about it, kids know how to dream. Then we grow up. Some people can keep dreaming, but some of us lose that. When I grew up I wanted to be a wife and mom, well, now I am. Now what?
I won't stop being a wife and mom, but what else do I want out of life? I can't dream for my kids. I may have things that I wish for them, but they need to have their own dreams. What do I want for me? One of my dreams is to go to Europe and Australia. That just seems like such a fantasy, though, that even though I want to go, I never see myself going. This is where "reality" enters into my dreams.
We live in a country where you can do anything you want to do, you just have to work for it. Well, what is it I'm working for? Yes, I'm working towards having a happy family but as fulfilling as that is, I need something more for me. Once I dreamed of writing a book. I wouldn't know what to write about, though or what to do with it once I did. Once I dreamed of illustrating a children's book, but then I realized that as much as I like to color, I don't like to draw.
Now I don't know what I dream of. What do you dream of?
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2 comments:
I sometimes think of writing a book too. I use to make up stories about dinosaurs for the kids and they loved them. I dream of going back to school and becoming an OB nurse but alas, the thought of studying and taking tests makes me ill. So I guess I'm with you, I've have dreams but none seem to be grounded in reality....yet :)
I dream of finishing my book, as I write it here and there, 3 sentences at a time....
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