Not the kind that you have at night, but the kind you had when you were younger. Dreams that were as big as the universe and had no limit, conceived in the creative minds of a young child.
Something happens to those dreams as we transition into adulthood.
What was the last dream you had? I’m not talking about the nightmare you had last night that caused you to wake up in a panic and sweat. I’m talking about the kind of dream you had when you were younger. Dreams that were as big as the universe and had no limit. Dreams that could only be conceived in the creative mind of a child who knew nothing of fear of failure.
Do you remember what it was?
Where is that dream now?
You can probably fill in this sentence:
I remember when I was younger I thought I was going to…
What happened to it? What went wrong?
I’m sure you can give me a list of excuses and reasons why those dreams didn’t work out for you. They probably fall into one of the following:
• It was just a silly dream a little kid came up with
• I couldn’t possibly make a career out of that
• It would take too much work
• I don’t have what it takes to do that
• What would others think of me?
I loved to write. I still do. But it’s not what I do for a living. I wrote all the time when I was young. If I could find a piece of paper, I made up a story. There was a contest in second grade. We had to write a short story about anything. I wrote about a chicken. That chicken got me second place and the opportunity to play in the school wide kick ball game.
I enjoyed writing papers in school. I would much rather write than take an exam. However, the writing part always seemed to happen last minute. But that was the fun part. I enjoyed the writing process so much that I could do it and get it done with great results!
So why didn’t I pursue it for a living?
That’s a question I’m still asking myself. I guess I didn’t think I could really make a career out of it. I never had heard of anyone make a living from writing. I mean I understood that there were book authors and journalists but that was the extent of it. I couldn’t do that. Or so I thought.
It wasn’t until a couple of years ago that I decided I wanted to write a story. So I did. Then I wrote another and then one after that. To this day I have several picture books completed and edited someone who is actually in the business. I haven’t been published yet, though. But that’s okay. The important part is I realized what my dream was and is. I’m doing it because I want to. Because it brings me joy. And that’s all I need. I’m doing it for me.
So what was your dream? Or maybe it has changed as you have gotten older. So what is it now? And will you pursue it? I think you should!