I’ve always been a dreamer—eyes as wide as the sea and a heart as open as the sky. But recently I’ve also become a believer. I now realize that the undeniable upside to optimism is hope. Dreams, vows, goals, resolutions, whatever you want to call them, these personal promises have a power all their own, no matter the end result.
It’s not that I used to think my dreams were frivolous, but I was always afraid to fully commit to them for fear of failure. It was as if I pined openly for something or someone, then not succeeding would be served up with a side of embarrassment. But if my goals were kept quiet, then my disappointment would follow suit. I could mourn a loss privately and still be seen as successful.
But like love, dreams are much less fulfilling when repressed. I’ve always taken pride in loving fully and openly, with everything that I am. Now I am finding the courage to dream in that same fashion.
Now, actively chasing those dreams will be another story entirely, but this step I should have taken years ago is still a step in the right direction.
So, for accountability’s sake, here is my life list, in all its wide-eyed glory.
- write something that absolutely flops
- write something that changes someone’s life
- live in Paris
ride a plane, to anywhere
- read the classics… all of them
sing in public go skinny dipping
- own a Nikon
- own a publishing company
- be a respected journalist
- go scuba-diving
have my heart broken ride an elephant
- visit Australia
- write a movie script
get a tattoo
- learn to snowboard
- write a song
fall in love forever
- go skydiving
- teach something important to someone wonderful
- be a momma
- live in Boston and/or Chicago
- light a three wick candle with a single match
- swim with dolphins
- be in Times Square at midnight on New Year’s Eve
- tell their story
- see Rome
- Mardi Gras in New Orleans