I'm a big advocate for believing in your dreams. I think the magic of risking everything for a dream that nobody else see's but you, is fearless. Quite honestly I think it's a major turn on as well, and one of the biggest things I admire about my husband.
I've also accepted the fact, that life makes no guarantees as to what you'll have, and standing by your choices, and your dreams, can sometimes be a pretty daunting task.
We've all read quote after quote, and listened to speech after speech, about just how easy it is to follow your dreams. The fact is, it's not always as simple as, "Never say never", and "Always have a dream in your heart." Life seems to like the curve balls a lot more than the poets. It's no wonder people have lost sight of what it is that truly makes them happy.
I'm not sure when the dreaming started to drift out of my own life, and definition settled in, but somewhere in between I got a little lost.
Ironically as a new mommy, the path I see into my sons future has never been more clear. With every fiber in my being, I truly believe he can be whatever it is he wants to be. I've never been more sure about anything in my life. I tell him so every day.
This got me thinking. When did I lose that certainty in my own self? I truly hate the land of beige and predictable and certainly never want to return there ever again.
Yesterday I had the opportunity to dust off the old "dream" cape, and hang up the "mommy" cape, ( if only for a moment) and what I learned, surprised the hell out of me.
I don't have to choose. I don't have to be defined with just one title. I can still dream my little heart out, and believe in every single one of those dreams. My back has got room for many capes, and like the true fashionista that I am, I can wear the hell out of all of them!
Even if at the end of the day nobody else see's what I see, you can be sure I will be strutting down the runway in my mind, like god damn Cindy Crawford, to the sound track of Glee, Season 1.
(Insert the cast of Glee singing..."Don't Stop Believing right about now. )
Side Bar- Have you noticed blogging is really just a big old diary entry we let everyone read. How bizarre is that?
I promise more bitching and funny to come. The dreamer in me, had to purge.
Thank you thank you!