For years I didn’t recognize them. But now I realize they were actually little tiny dream-lings. (I know that’s not a real word.) These reoccurring thoughts were dream seeds and once I gave them a little ray of sunlight (aka — considered them possible) — they flowered and blossomed.
Like the time I was trying to decide what college I would attend. I thought about music and writing which were talents I had and loved. I didn’t think I was good enough to major in music (limiting belief–big time)! I seriously considered journalism, when my mother reminded me she could only afford a teacher’s college. “Be a teacher, you’ll have your summers off. If you still want to get into journalism, you can do that later.” (on my dime, of course)
The idea of writing a book someday–was always there. I would often dream what my book would be about–maybe the dramas I had in my life; maybe a compilation of my adventures and my friends’ lives. I never quite figured it out–but I often mentioned it to my friends as a life-time goal of mine.
Then, there was my desire to move to a warmer climate. It started while I was (probably) shoveling snow in Rochester, NY (probably) in April. As my friend described her recent visit to her cousins’ home who had just moved to North Carolina, I could feel a curiosity and desire–thinking how nice it sounded. During the 35+ years since that first discussion, my ears would perk up anytime I met someone from that area–and asked them lots of questions. I always felt I would end up there someday–but imagined it would be because of a job.
My desire to become a coach was a younger dream than the other ones I just mentioned. But after getting laid off in 2006, I finally allowed myself to put away all my excuses and fears and I signed up for a certification program. Then, as I was finishing up my coaching program, the dream to move to a warmer climate came bubbling up.
Yes, I did move to North Carolina–in 2007; and although my book hasn’t been written yet — a draft is completed and I have no doubt that it will be written soon! Once I started listening to my heart, it was like I had opened a faucet and water (dreams) started gushing out.
What about you? Do you have any wishes that keep re-appearing? I’d love to hear your stories of dreams you’ve had for years that finally materialized!
