Seems like a stupid title doesn’t it? Learn to dream, seriously? YES I”m DEAD serious.
I was trained to shelve my dreams, told I was a day dreaming fool, it was a tremendous waste of time because that (whatever the dream may be) is not for the likes of me. OUCH!
When your parents tell you this, you tend to believe them. I adore parents who tell their kids they can be anything they want, but that’s not realistic either. There are kids who want to be pro ballplayers that have absolutely no talent for the game. Realistically not going to happen, but why not let them dream?
I wanted to be a writer like Mark Twain. I was going to be the female version of Twain, and live the adventures that I would write about later. None of it ever happened because the realities of life slapped me in the face at a young age. My father had seasons of unemployment and money was tight. Those comfort foods I grew up with were a means of self-preservation. Ham and beans, chicken and dumplings, spaghetti, stew and homemade vegetable soups were staples. Why? Because they were a cheap way to feed a large family.
I remember when I realized that we were poor, I cried. My parents did the best they could with what they had. I know they tried to prepare me for the harsh realities of grown up life. I learned some of the lessons well, others not so much. Being strong willed made be have to learn my life lessons the hard way. For instance, I can prepare a nearly gourmet meal on a shoestring budget. I learned to mend my clothing because zippers break, and it’s not worth replacing the pants when you can just replace a zipper. Recycling is nothing new, it was a way of life.
I also learned that a realistic job that provided a decent salary was far more desirable than living in poverty chasing dreams. Er, yeah! After years of unhappiness I’ve thrown caution to the wind and decided chasing dreams can’t be any worse than the mundane existence I was living.
I know why they did it, and I don’t hold any resentment against my parents. I’m just saying as an adult making my own choices, I’ve decided to pursue a different path; in fact, blaze my own trail where there wasn’t a path. Those briars along the way do tend to leave scratches, but the hidden treasures along the way are well worth it. Trail blazing is exciting and gets the blood flowing, maybe just not in the way you had planned!
I’m learning to let myself dream, set goals for myself. You may have noticed the picture and wondered what’s up with that? I”m going to tell you! This my dear friends is a picture of one on my destinations. This particular picture is not necessarily of any one destination, but rather my representative image.
This is the Scottish highlands. I plan to tour the country, see the ruins, standing stones, Culloden, Inverness, Skye, Iona, stay in a castle, and take a gazillion pictures. Oh yes, and listen enchanted and entthralled to the deep burr of the Scots. I don’t care if it’s some old grizzled fisherman, recounting his catch of the day, or telling about fairie rings up the way by the stones or a lady in the B&B bletherin’ on about no’ much.
I’ve always wanted to travel and see the wide variety of landscapes and cultures across our globe. That dream was shelved for years as I let life happen. I’m no longer content with that life. If you let life just happen it will grind you into dust! I said before this was going to be a year of change, the biggest one being inside me.
I don’t think my family is listening, they are change resistant. I’m not listening to “YOU can’t because . . .”. Breaking out of the box is more disturbing to those around me than it is for me. I’ve gotten past the initial fear of that first step to change and have moved on to the adrenaline part. As I giddily tear down the box, the flurry of activity around me to save the box ensues. They haven’t realized it’s a lost cause, or that I have earplugs in against their negativity. “Just smile and wave boys, smile and wave.”
That first step is very scary. I’ve taught finances for years, and provided financial counsel for many people. One of the truths I’ve realized is ‘People are unwilling to change, until the fear of staying the same will be greater than the fear of change.’ It’s difficult to break old habits, try new things, or even go a different route to work. Deviation from a routine that causes stress is indicative of a rut. A rut is just a grave with the ends kicked out. I’m not ready to lay down and play dead just yet.
I’m starting to enjoy this renewed process of dreaming. Some are simple, some more complicated. How to make this particular dream a reality is complicated. Then there are the sleeping dreams that are so complicated you wonder what strange spice was in your food or if you are really going off the deep end. LIke the bizarre dream I had this weekend.
I was dressed as a harem girl running for my life, then ended up on a ship hiding. Darth Vader was chasing me. I don’t want an analysis, I’m just going to believe it was the spicy food and move on. Really! Not even going to tell you the next part that went in a mondo bizarro direction. OH MY!