What is your biggest dream? You know the one that you don't really ever want to share with others because they might think it silly? I bet you all have at least one, maybe two, of those types of dreams hidden away. I know I have had several different dreams as a kid. I remember being asked in kindergarten what I wanted to be when I grew up. My response was a princess or a writer. Quite honestly don't know how I thought I was going to manage to become a princess at the time. Truth be told, I probably thought I had some kind of fairy godmother who would come and whisk away the normal life. Don't think that was going to happen either. But the dreams of youth don't always seem so silly or hard to achieve.
From my earliest memory, I can see a book near me. Before I learned to read, there was always someone reading to me. I can close my eyes right now and see my mother or father reading to me. Whenever I would stay with my grandmother, she would always read to me before I'd fall to sleep. I would sit on her lap, my head on her chest. Between the beat of her heart and the rhythm of her words, I never needed a lullaby. Once I was taught the alphabet and how to read for myself, I almost always had a book. The library became my best friend. Yes, I was that geeky little bookworm who always did the summer reading programs and usually won. There has always been a fascination with the written word for me. I don't know why I feel like I "crave" reading or writing. I just do.
I can remember writing silly short stories about animals, my brothers, bunnies, and just about anything. I would always pester my family to read these and tell me what they thought. Okay, sometimes I still do that. I'm getting better at the not-so-pestery part of it all. As I grew older, I felt the dream of being a writer pull me along my life's path. In a high school English class, we were asked what long-term goal we had. I answered the question without hesitation. I wanted to be a writer and published before I turned 30. You have to remember that 30 is really old to a 15 year-old! I wrote a lot during those teen years and a majority of my early 20s. The frequency of the writing has gotten a bit slower in recent years with all my health troubles and just life getting in the way. I even took a break from writing anything after my brother passed away. It wasn't until the middle of 2011 that I really began to create once again.
Nevertheless, I still dream of being a writer. Even though I have written a couple of novels, tons of short stories and poems, I still feel like I haven't achieved my dream yet. I just feel like something's missing. I honestly believe that's the reason I still make time to write every day. Until I feel that my dream has been satisfied in every way, I feel determined to keep going. In my heart, I believe it's important to have a dream like that so that the routine of life doesn't wear you down all the way. Whatever your dream may be, I wish you extra motivation, drive and desire to get there. Don't be afraid to go for your dream!
Until next time,
Kay
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