‘Dream your life, live your dreams.’ French proverb
Naysayers had been nothing less than insulting when it came to my dreams. I could see why, I had some bumbleheaded ideas.
I had always been a dreamer. My feet not always on the ground, listening to that voice that’s says go, is not grounded. Head in the sky, heart towards my dreams, many came and went as inspiration wanes. I never knew how to make my dreams happen I just knew I had to push towards them. Like a child you needed to see through school, a truancy officer sat inside my heart.
Then inspiration spilling from me manifested others that envisioned my dream. Those who wanted to help. My contagious dreams were shared. I was no longer the hopeless crazy lady who shot towards the impossible.
What is the difference between the person who achieves great social financial success and those that amble along?
Perhaps it can just be perspective? After all, I never cared in high school when social status declared where one stood in life. I disregarded it then, and I disregard it now. What society views as important, I may not. I think that helped me along with my dreams, not comparing my success with others.
My hearts visions still nag me. They sit with me every day and hold me hostage. I try to answer this calling staying true like a steadfast lover. I try daily to do one thing active towards my dreams, my vision.
Disregarding the ‘never will you’, made me stronger. Is failure a part of success, is that the formula for dreams? I am not certain, but not being afraid to fail is powerful.
I had been told I could never write a book. I was not properly educated to be an author, why was my voice different than anyone else? It wasn’t, it isn’t, I just continued, I had to. For me anything else was not a choice. I was driven not to let my dream die.
Maybe the next step is listening to those that have made it to the other side? Maybe the next step for me would be different that it would be for you? Small changes can create large impacts. Celebrate even the smallest steps that will lead to towards your dreams. Let your dream become a part of your story.
My Mantra: “A voice I had to listen to with care I label my Dream”
Although I would like to say I am organized, focused and cookie-cutter, that simply would not be me. I am no different than any other woman in the world. I love to love, love hard, and, in the end, have learned to love myself above all else. So here I am, writing about the many men and the multiple purposes they have served in my life. Realizing that not one man on my roster had fulfilled every single one of my needs. Perhaps one man is not supposed to? I have compiled snippets of the men that have entered my world. In the end, they have shoved me towards my bathroom mirror, forcing me to take a better look at myself. Reflection is brilliant and the strongest guidepost into ourselves.
Working on the next book in the series “A House for Every Purpose, My Journey From Pillow to Pillow” revels a woman abandoning her home in search or her identity beyond men, motherhood, author.