Probably both. Is that ok? Yes. Am I concerned? Not at all. Is Jon? Probably.
I think as we grow older, we tend to think in terms of, ”What is, is what is.” How many times have you heard, “It is what it is.” Better yet, how many times have those words exited your mouth? Have we forgotten what it was like as a child to dream and to dream outrageous and exaggerated dreams? As a child, we were basically a blank slate, ready to be filled with whatever crazy, outrageous dreams our imaginations could muster up. Anything was possible! As we get older, though, our slate is no longer clean – we have “responsibilities” and “obligations” that leave no room for larger-than-life dreams. How sad it is to me that we, as adults limit ourselves and no longer allow ourselves to dream as children do. Unbridled, and without limits. Shooting for the stars. What’s also interesting is that as parents, when we hear our children reveal their wildest dreams to us we don’t laugh, we don’t snicker, we don’t do anything that might snuff out that fire in them. In fact, we hug, we encourage and we clear a path for them to attempt to achieve those goals and do whatever it takes to keep that fire burning in them. We buy the best skateboard and build ramps and nurse scrapes and tend to broken bones, we sign them up for baseball and pay for pitching coaches and uniforms, cleats that make them run faster and gloves made of the finest and softest leather. Dance classes, costumes, shoes, chemistry sets, you name it. We do it. We live to make our little one’s dreams come true. Sometimes they actually do come true. It’s not too far-fetched, for our kids.
But, what about us? What makes us different? Is it just the notion that we can’t because now we have a home to take care of, pets, cars, jobs, and “stuff” that defines who we have become? How sad that we limit ourselves and not allow ourselves the gift of imagination and dreams that were once so fluid in us as kids. We’ve all heard of Grandma Moses. She had never picked up a paintbrush until she was in her mid seventies. The year before she died, she had painted over 25 pictures. A big dream fulfilled. What a loss it would have been if she had decided she had too many things going on, stuff to do…preventing her from fulfilling her dream!
Sadly, many of us, much younger than Grandma Moses believe it’s too late to dream wild, and crazy dreams…when in reality, the possibilities for us are limited only by our own, self-made barriers.
Well, I have always been a big dreamer and not afraid to take a chance, a risk if you will, and reach out and get what I want. I’ve never been one to slip into the status quo and be sucked into the limits set by society around me. I choose to dream, choose to push to make those dreams reality and allow myself to succeed or to fail without judgement. With that…I shall let you in on a little secret (OK, so it’s not a secret NOW!) but as of about a month ago, I am chasing yet another dream. One I’ve had since I was in high school…I figure if I publish this for all of my “followers” to see, it will somehow hold me to stricter standard and I hate the word “Accountability” but I’ll use it this once. Don’t expect to see it in my writings from here on out because I do despise the word. That word should be replaced by the more accurate, “Responsibility.” I feel maybe I’ll hold myself more responsible to my dream if I admit it and tell people about it and with the possibility of having to answer difficult questions from you later…maybe I’ll plug away even harder to make this dream a reality.
Phyllis I Turner
(Aspiring) Freelance Writer