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 .
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!