I didn’t dream of becoming a writer until I was an adult. I wanted to be a cowgirl, breeding and training horses. I wanted to be an actress then I wanted to be a bureaucrat and work for the government. I wanted to be a cop. I sort of did those things but not in a way that they became a career. Through it all, I told stories to myself. Some of them got written down. I tried a few times to get published because hey, why not? I have some interesting rejection letters. The older I got, the more diverse my various careers became–law and the courts, fire service, police investigations. And along the way, I added becoming a wife and mother. And still, I wrote stories. At one point, LG gave me The Look™️and said, “You need to do this.” So I got serious and becoming a published author became my dream. As usual, the Universe has thoughts.
Having a dream, Silver, is awesome.
Having a dream and showing up for it every day, even when nothing seems to be happening, is priceless.
But having a dream, showing up for it every day, and sauntering, winking, and giving out lots of hugs along the way is when the floodgates begin to tremble.
Hugs,
The Universe
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P.S. Saunter, Silver, is not to be confused with sashay, prance, or trot… although each will work wonders in their own special way.
Some fifty books later–not including those books that will never be published–I’ve mostly achieved my dream that wasn’t a dream. At the same time, dreaming is very much a part of my process. I get an idea and then daydream, developing the idea into a plot, a place, and the people. At that point, I saunter, sashay, prance, trot, drag my feet and am often confused until I get to the end. And the funny thing about dreams? They happen in Real Life too. What are you dreaming about today?
Hmmmm,
What am I dreaming about today!
Mostly about stocking trout in my side yard after that hefty two and a half inches of rain we had in the wee hours of Thursday!🐟🐟🐟
I’m still jealous of your rain. And if the pond is deep enough, I’m all about trout fishing. 😉
Bring your favorite lure and hop right on over.Bring a cup of those little orange things…some kind of eggs???..(I haven’t been trout fishing in about fifty years)
Me either. It was something my dad and I did on trips to Colorado. And yes, those little orange things are fish eggs but trout prefer small “flies” rather than lures. Fly fishing is all about the cast and return. It’s an art and my dad had the touch. Me? I went for the company. He was the best. 🥰
Actually I hated trout fishing. It frustrated me to no end seeing those big two foot fish just pushing my bait around with their noses like they couldn’t be bothered. I wanted to throw my rod away, and grab a baseball bat.🫤🫤
So nice to have those memories of times spent with your dad.
I love the Universe. 🥰
My dream today – To have my head feel better and hubs to leave me alone. I had the second test procedure to see if temporarily deadening the nerve works. Well, this time was AWFUL. Very painful. Afterward it worked but the pain has come back with a vengeance and of course hubs has a pain. I have to take him to the dentist tomorrow. Oh well.
I hope your day went well.
Oh no! I am soooo sorry about the health stuff. That sucks so hard! I’ve been really lax in following up on comments. Sending you healing thoughts and a big hope for some peaceful times! 🫂
Also, the Universe can be very loveable. 😉