It’s week 16 of the MFRWauthor Bloghop challenge, and this week’s prompt is: My Biggest Dream in Life.
I’ve always been a dreamer. I freely admit it. In creative circles, dreaming is considered a good thing. In non-creative circles, not so much. If you grow up in a house surrounded by people who tend toward the non-dreamy variety, being called a dreamer takes on a somewhat negative connotation. The implication is always that there’s something inherently “wrong” with you. That you are, in some way, broken.
For a dreamer, just learning to accept themselves as they are, realizing they are not seriously flawed, can sometimes be a huge challenge.
As a bona fide dreamer, I always had dreams to hold onto. As a kid, I remember saying, “Someday, when I’m a world-famous novelist…” and my mother responding in that, “Don’t be silly/What am I going to do with you?” tone: “Oh, Sherry…”
Becoming a world-famous novelist was probably my biggest dream throughout my life, but it certainly wasn’t the only one.
When I was very young, I wanted to be one of the June Taylor Dancers. Not just any dancer, mind you. A June Taylor Dancer. Alas, that dream was not to be.
I also had grandiose dreams of traveling the world when I was younger. I’m not dead yet, so I tell myself this one still has a chance of coming about. I’d begin by visiting the states here in the US I haven’t yet visited, making sure to include a stop at every one of the National Parks, travel north to Canada and complete my exploration there, and then move further afield.
For a very short time, I dreamed about becoming ab interior designer. I envisioned myself creating beautiful spaces in which people could live on an unlimited budget. Then I actually picked up a paint brush, realized that painting a room is nothing in reality like watching in on TV, and abandoned that dream immediately. I’m all about the cerebral, not so much about the physical.
If a dream really is a wish your heart makes, I’ve nursed many dreams over the years, but I suppose the ones I’ve mentioned here are my biggest. The opportunity to be a June Taylor Dancer may have passed me by, but the others are still on the table, and for that I’m very thankful. A life without dreams would be a very sad thing, indeed.
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