November 1, 2013
I don’t know about you, but I sure haven’t ended up anywhere near I thought I’d be when I used to dream about my future. I had all the usual items on my list–money, a handsome man who loved me beyond all reason, lots of horses. Actually, the horses came before the other two.
I’d spend hours day-dreaming. I used to get in trouble at school, because I’d be lost in my own little world and not listen to the teachers. One of my regrets was missing the sign-up for crossing guard in sixth grade because I was day-dreaming. Wearing the crossing guard vest and holding the flag was the epitome of twelve year old panache.
You can imagine my parent’s frustration when they attempted to get me to pay attention in and out of class. I tried, I really did, but my mind had a mind of its own.
I mean really, did all the adults around me think I liked getting yelled at?
As I grew into adulthood, several of my dreams came true. I married a man I loved and still do to this day, and I was lucky enough to get the chance to rodeo and ride great horses. I have three kids who are healthy and mostly happy, and that’s about all you can ask. My days became too busy with work and kids and life for day-dreams, so I took to dreaming at night. I guess my mind couldn’t stop imagining a world beyond my reality.
I never did find a way to make lots of money, but looking back, I think that was for the best. Think of all the hard work that would entail. We have more than enough to get by on, and that’s fine with me.
I hear other authors who say they’ve written since they were small. I didn’t write a thing on paper or a computer until I was fifty-six years old, but I did write stories in my mind. I’m having so much fun putting my thoughts on paper.
Remember the old saying, All things in due time? That holds true for me.
Did you day-dream when you were little? Do you still?