So…what’s your dream?
I…umm…well…funny you should ask…
Don’t you hate it when you write about something with other people in mind and then someone calls you out on it?
Gee, thanks mom!
During the summer my mom watches my kiddos on Tuesdays so right after I write about asking other people, “What’s your dream?” she asks me that very question.
My response? Silence. Change the subject.
Why couldn’t I give her an answer?
I am embarrassed to share my dreams. It feels weird to even say my dreams out loud to anyone because I think they are too naive.
I also don’t share because I am not even sure if I believe they can actually happen.
So why would anyone else believe me? And if I don’t share my dreams then no one will know if I didn’t achieve them or not.
The other side of it is that I also don’t really have a dream that comes right to mind when asked, “What’s your dream?” Who has time to sit around and think about their dreams? I don’t but maybe I should make some time to do just that.
Wow, when did I quit dreaming? Is this really what adulthood does to you? “Grow up so you can watch your dreams die…”
What would it look like to give yourself the freedom to dream and then actually work to fulfill your dreams?
I have to admit my life has been more then I could ever dream God has blessed me abundantly in all aspects of life except having good knees that’s the one thing I often wish I had but if that’s my burden I’ll take it!