When I was a kid, I told stories to my stuffed animals. Even though I had an original Barbie, Ken, Midge, and Skipper, I wasn’t much for dolls. Stuffed critters, though? I had them tucked everywhere. And I had so many stories in my head. Of course, I read a lot too. In gradeschool, I’d rush through my work so I had time to stare out the window, daydreaming about imaginary people, animals, and places. In junior high (middle school now), I wrote a “book.” We won’t discuss it. In high school, it was bad poetry (which lasted through my college days) and short stories about forsaken love and imaginary friends. In college and after, I actually tried to write for real, even submitting to some magazine. So, I guess I’ve dreamed of being a writer–or at least a storyteller–for as long as I can remember. And now I’m doing it. Maybe there’s something to what the Universe is saying…
Having a dream, Silver, is awesome.
Having a dream and showing up every day, even when nothing seems to be happening, is priceless.
But having a dream and showing up every day, while sauntering, winking, and hugging everyone, is when the floodgates begin to tremble.
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Saunter, Silver, is not to be confused with sashay, prance, trot, or lollygag. Of course, each will work wonders in their own special way, but for floodgates trembling, sauntering is your ticket.
I need to get my saunter on. This past year, I haven’t felt much like sauntering, winking or hugging, much lest sashaying, trotting, or lollygagging. Well…maybe a little of that last one because I haven’t been moving very fast. I need to get over myself and get to work. Time to show up every day, sauntering from the kitchen to my office with a fresh cup of coffee, an idea, words to write. So…here’s a wink 😉 and a hug 🤗. I’m sauntering off to get down new words so I can live the dream. What dream are going to live today?