Coinciding with the July 2012 Ultimate Blog Challenge, I have decided to also participate in the 30 Day Letter Challenge in which I will write 30 letters to various folks who have touched my life directly as well as inadvertently. The letter for Day Five is to be written to my dreams.
To my Dreams,
What I love most about you is that you are always evolving. If I think back to my very first dreams, they were expansive, and in my childhood mind they were absolutely, completely attainable. Since being an adult seemed so far away, I was free to dream up any scenario I could imagine. It is funny how as an adult we feel so much more constrained in our dreaming. It shouldn’t be that way. It should never be too late to chase your wildest dreams.
When I was in high school, dreams revolved around life goals, such as having an education. I dreamed that I would graduate from the University of Arizona with a degree in Music Education and quickly begin working as a high school band director. I would meet the love of my life in those college years to marry and have children, maybe two, by the time I was 28 years old. In a way that dream was what I believed to be the right path. I dreamed within the constraints of what I thought was expected of me.
Of course, dreams never play out exactly as you’d imagined them in real life, and my dreams began to evolve once again. My college career was interrupted, Mr. Right was sort of all wrong, and the marriage and kids would have to wait. All of a sudden my expectations had changed, and my dreams had to go with them. I spent a good chunk of time wandering and doubting my dreams. Did I want to return to college? Did I want a husband and a family? Did I even know what my actual dreams and desires were?
Quite some time later my dreams began to form on their own once again. In such an amazing twist, they returned to expansive and vast, just like those dreams of my childhood. In a sense I was starting over in life and was free to also start those dreams over from the beginning. Now I have so many dreams that it is hard to keep up; I even have a running list so that I can come back to them when I can.
I’ve learned that we have to constantly be dreaming. Our reality changes every day and shapes what we imagine to be possible. We see extraordinary things occur in our waking world that enhance what we dreamed to be conceivable. As we mature, we are able to dream up bigger and better reveries. Why should the really exciting fantasizing belong to the children? It is almost more necessary for us to have those visions as adults.
Thank you to my ever-evolving dreams, for always returning to the forefront of my consciousness and reminding me that anything is possible, at any age.
Till we meet again in reverie,