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I come from the land down under

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Over the last week or so, my good friend Karen S Elliot has hosted an International blog tour, which has been just wonderful.

So far we have read about beautiful, wild Ireland from Niamh Clune, rustic, charming Scotland from Heather L Reid and diverse, colourful India from Prem Rao. You can go to Karen’s blog to read these fabulous posts.

Now it’s my turn.

Hop on over to Karen’s blog, The Word Shark, to read what I wrote about the best country in the world (okay, so I’m biased!).

Thanks, Karen, for having me on your blog :) It’s been bonza!

Dreams are good.

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I read a recent post over at Positive Pessimist which has really made me think. Positive Pessimist talks about being thankful for her dreams. And I don’t think she was talking about the kind you have when you are asleep.

Now, I have heaps of dreams. And I am not exaggerating. I have a dream of one day being a published author, opening my own Bowen Therapy clinic, learning to play guitar. I would love to do volunteer work in a third world country, work with troubled teens here in Australia, save the dolphins in Japan. I would love to own a cafe/gallery in the hinterlands, study archaeology, travel the world, go on a road trip around Australia.

There are simply so many things I want to do in life that I have long since faced the reality that over half of them will never come to fruition. And I would love to say I am okay with that. But I’m not.

I wish I was someone who didn’t have so many things they wanted to get done. I wish I could just pick one thing and go for that without flitting about from project to project. I wish I wasn’t intrigued by so many things, that I could just find one interest/passion and stick with that. I wish I could settle for less.

I often feel frustrated and cranky at my dreams, I guess because so many of them seem out of my reach. But, stubborn as I am, that doesn’t stop me from dreaming that one day, I will do them.

Reading the post from Positive Pessimist has made me think about the fact that I should be thankful for my dreams. Without my dreams, I wonder if I would have much forward motion. Possibly, I would simply drift, aimlessly moving through life. Without my dreams, I have a sneaking suspicion I would go steadily crazy…well, crazier than I already am :P .

My dreams sustain me, no matter how frustrating they are. The forward aspect keeps me excited about the future and strangely, grounded in the present. Once I recognise that what I do right here, right now, effects the future, I take more care with what’s to hand.

So, as of today, I am going to be thankful for my dreams, embrace them and be okay with the fact that there are so many of them. After all, who knows, I might live to be 150 and actually get all of them done!