by Mary J. Williams
Kind of a broad subject, I know. But don’t worry, I plan to narrow the field.
All the possibilities.
Have you ever noticed as we grow older our world begins to narrow? As children, we dream. Big dreams. Often impossible, but we don’t know the difference—or care. One of the first things I remember a teacher asking, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Honestly, I had no idea. I think I said a teacher. A great profession, noble, necessary, under-appreciated. But I didn’t dream of classrooms filled with eager faces, me at the front, filling minds with information.
I realize now what I wanted didn’t matter. Not then. The point was I could dream of any profession. And I did. Actor. Singer. Chef. All seemed glamorous and exciting.
Spoiler alert, I did not become an actor or singer. My cooking skills aren’t bad, but only my family gets to taste my culinary successes—and occasional failures.
Don’t get me wrong. I learned quickly I wasn’t cut for a life in the spotlight. I have neither the talent nor ambition. Somewhere along the way, like most adults faced with the real world, I stopped dreaming. I stopped looking at all the possibilities.
Big mistake. We should never let ourselves forget the wonder of dreams. Enjoy the life you have, but if you want more, push yourself toward your goals.
Dreaming can be fun. Look at me. I wanted to write. I tried and failed. But I didn’t give up. My possibilities? Twenty-five books and counting.