There she was, a little girl, day after day, gazing out the classroom window, watching the plethora of dreams she held in her heart float out the window, swirling and twirling with every thought in her imaginative mind through the warm springtime air, dancing upon the flowers and rising towards the sun, just like the dandelion fluffs she wished on. The voice of the teacher was a distant wah, wah, wah.
Even in high school, she daydreamed and doodled away on her brown paper bag-covered book while she thought of many things, many dreams, many hopes. She was always daydreaming. Always imagining different scenarios. She had a vivid imagination that took her to many places. She imagined all sorts of magical happenings and fairy tale endings.
That little girl was me. I was always a daydreamer. I still am. A few years ago, one of my dreams died a painful death. As a believer in dreams and happy every afters that heartbreaking experience took that belief from me. If that dream, which I believed in so deeply, died, how could any dream come true? If that dream could die, all dreams could. No sense in dreaming anymore. Dreams weren’t safe as they shattered, I told myself, and as my imaginative mind looked upon the shards of colored glass lying at my feet, the sun glistening off them as if it was trying to keep them alive. I almost no longer believed. Without the light of dreams or hope, the world was dark.
Allow yourself to dream again.
When talking to my dear friend, Robyn, about the shattered dream and how I don’t believe in dreams coming true anymore, she said, “You just never know.” ” you just never know.” How true those four words are. A simple but compelling statement. At first, I was not ready to accept it. My dream was a big part of me. I thought of what she said, flexed my dream muscles, and found some new strength. The death of a dream doesn’t have to be the end of your hopes.
I grabbed hold of the idea of “you never know” and continued living my life and embracing the things that made me happy. New and different dreams started growing. When your dream dies, it doesn’t mean your hope dies. The death of one dream could actually lead to an even better dream. You just never know! Allow yourself to grab hold of the next dream, whatever it may be.
I believe again and am filled with hopes and dreams. So many dreams different dreams now swirling and twirling within, floating to their destination of happily ever after. Writing has always been one of those dreams and here I am now writing a blog. How did I get here? With the love and encouragement of some dear friends…you know who you are. Not sure how good I am, not too many read my blogs, or if they do, they do not comment. I only know a handful of people who have expressed that they do enjoy it. But even if I am not yet the seasoned writer I long to be, the thing is, I worked on this dream and made it come true, and I am so appreciative of those who encouraged it to take that big step. I even have two children books I have written an and have taken on writing a few more books with the dream of one day being an accomplished author. Yup, you have to have dreams and you have to believe they can come true. If you never try, it will never happen. Dream it, live it.
We all know them. I love my dad so much, and I miss him like crazy; God rest his soul, but he killed a big dream for me. I always dreamed of being a teacher. When it came time for college, he asked me if I wanted to go and what I wanted to be. I replied, “A teacher is all I ever wanted to be.” He told me no, that teachers don’t make enough money, and it is tough to get a job as a teacher, so I didn’t go to college. He was a dream killer. I don’t blame him. He was only looking out for me and doing his best. I blame myself; I should have considered ways to do that alone. I, in turn, was a dream killer as well. My daughter wanted to go to college for acting. I told her she needed a fallback. She said if you have a fallback you will fall back. I told her not to go for acting. I was a dream killer. I hate that I did that. There will always be people who try to knock down your dream or make you feel like you could never live that dream or that you just aren’t good enough. Walk away. Don’t give them any headspace. Don’t let anyone kill your dreams. Believe in yourself and live your dreams.
At almost 64 years old, I am still a daydreamer, believing in dreams, fairy tales, and happy ever-afters. I believe in the power to make yourself, and your life, the best you can. I believe in wonderful people who reach into your heart and fill it with love. You should never shut down, but keep being the beautiful spirit you are who believes in the magical, the good, the beautiful, and in excellent, positive outcomes. I believe in love, joy, hope, fun, laughter, goodness, positivity, the energy of nature, and God’s power. I believe in you. Keep on dreaming! Don’t ever let your dreams die. You may have messed up your past, but you can better your future. Don’t settle, don’t think you can’t, and don’t listen to negative, harmful, toxic talk. Be you and live your dream.
Always let your imaginations soar and take you to the highest of heights. I saw the movie “Wonka” today, and I really liked it. I especially liked that it was about imagination, making your dreams come true, and believing. I also really like this song. I encourage all of you to never give up on your dreams. I have a two friends who are wonderful writers who write so beautifully. You know who you are. You are both one of the best and your books would definitely be flying off the shelves. Anthony, and Robyn, Believe in your dreams. Everyone, believe in your dreams