Following the Dream
In reading over my journals that cover so many years–I stopped writing on paper when I began writing here in 1998–I discovered this I had written in 1987:
Follow my dream. Yes! My dream is to teach, to write, to live my life how I want it lived. Tightly safe, secure enough to embrace life, to try new things, to run toward tomorrow. Being curious, being loving, being wise and insane enough to be strong and be insecure and running to the edge. But always coming back because I never left me. That is my dream.
And I realized as I read that entry that I had followed my dream and was living my life as I described it those twenty years ago. And this is good.
peace~~
What a wonderful discovery to find that you are living the life you dreamed of years ago. Thanks so much for the nice note – it made my day.
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I just love you. Such a wonderful discovery! And what a blessing you are to the lives of the people your dreamed has touched. I know I am one. Big hugs and lotsa love,
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I doubt many people could say that. I’d say you are lucky, but you have to work to make that happen. Oh but when it does . . . . is it all not worth it? Rock on mama.
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Thank you Soph – it does help to not feel so alone.
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It is always nice to find affirmation.
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Hi Sophist good to hear from you, I’m well although undergoing another of my life crises which I seem to trip through with alarming regularity. Can’t write any more though, perhaps I should but I know any promise would be hollow. Wish you well
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