Once upon a time there was a woman, not a girl because 37 year olds are women, even though she still felt very much like a girl some days. This girl, I mean woman spent 4 years spilling over with positivity and hope for a brighter future for her family and all people everywhere. She got tired of being positive all the time. She quit dreaming and went to work in a peanut butter and jelly factory where the rest of her creativity and positivity was squelched entirely. THE END
PSYCH!
This woman went to work in a peanut butter and jelly factory, the PERFECT job for any mommy, making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. (Oh yeah, sorry for that crust on your kids uncrusted sandwich.) She went to work and she kept right on dreaming. She dreamed of working an extra day a week and all the ways she could spend that money on her kids or watching the savings add up. She dreamed of going back to school. She dreamed of volunteering on her days off. She’d always wanted to do some volunteer work. She dreamed of making a cozy home for her family. She dreamed of baking and doing art projects with her girls on the weekend. She dreamed of reading to those little girls at bedtime. She dreamed of writing more than once every 3 months. She dreamed of preparing a meal other than spaghetti to impress her husband, the primary dinner maker. She dreamed of grocery store trips and special time out with one child a week, even the grown one. She dreamed of eating healthy. She dreamed of date nights. She dreamed of working with her mentor full time. She dreamed up a few non-profit organizations and imagined the women and children benefiting from their services. She dreamed of confidence and the right words to say at the right time. She dreamed of making people laugh, especially her husband and kids. She dreamed of road trips and vacations and freedom. Yes, she was a dreamer and she was also a doer, even though she didn’t give herself enough credit for the doing that she did, after all she was just one girl…I mean woman. She felt like she was all dreams, no action. She reminded herself that she couldn’t possibly do all of those things at once, but she could do some of them.
She dreamed up an idea to encourage women on Facebook because she was overflowing with enthusiasm when she learned that she could create her life, that she had more POWER than she ever dreamed possible. She created the page and started posting. It was just like Field of Dreams. She built it and they came and she was so grateful for their presence and mutual encouragement.
Keep dreaming friends but don’t stop there. Pick a dream and RUN WITH IT! I’ll do the same. I’m picking the cozy home dream today. It’s ANYTHING BUT at the moment. I’ve got my day’s work cut out for me.
