Dare to dream again
Once upon a time we were all dreamers.
From childhood we have been created to dream. We dream of being astronauts, firefighters, scientists and ballet dancers. We dream of being superheroes, world changers and race car drivers.
Our dreams were big, larger than life but vivid and to our childhood selves, attainable.
Dreams are beautiful, our soul is inspired, imagination and creativity are ignited. Passion to achieve our dreams drives us onward.
As I walk around my messy house, stepping over abandoned toys, books and papers left by my children, a large part of me feels that dreams and creativity died a long time ago. My days seem filled with tasks, chores and quite honestly, there isn’t a lot of energy left to spend on the pursuit of dreams.
I was recently reading a book directed to mothers, and it asked “What are your dreams?” And it challenged the reader to write down 3 or 4 dreams on paper.
I must have dreams, this should be fun.
So I thought about it.
And I thought about it.
And I thought about it and blank!
I could not even think of one. Not one.
Does watching Netflix and eating a peaceful snack at the end of an exhausting day count as a dream?!…because then maybe I had one.
Or maybe have my children clean up after themselves, then I would have two dreams.
But in all seriousness, this really shook me.
When did my dreams die? Did my creativity die too?
I used to be such a carefree soul. I wholeheartedly believed any dream was achievable.
Did the craziness and business of motherhood do this?
Maybe the very act of becoming a mother, of learning to ‘day in and day out’ selflessly serve your family and the very constant needs of little ones, causes our dreams to fade away.
Maybe it’s the fact that motherhood, or adulthood changes us so much that we put the notion of perusing dreams away, dismiss it as ridiculous and no longer practical.
In a lot of ways I hardly recognize my 22-year old self and can almost laugh at her dreams. Ten years later, I dare say I am much wiser and stable. Jetting off to a new country on a whim in pursuit of adventure is not as important to me as it once seemed. Maybe maintaining a stable, thriving environment for my family is my dream? I just do not always recognize the beauty in the mundane.
My God and my family are hands-down my absolute priority and I never want that to change.
But, I want to carve out space to dream again.
In my own life, in my day to day, I want to incorporate creativity, aspirations and dreaming.
I want to bring creative energy into friendships and relationships. I want to be surrounded by people who encourage and inspire and support dreams, alongside with accountability to speak up when maybe a dream is misguided.
So, I took a journal and a pen (old fashioned here, I love putting ink on paper), and over the course of 2 weeks, I thought, pondered, searched, scribbled out and re-wrote down some dreams of mine.
So I will pass on the same question to you, what are your dreams?
I encourage you to write on paper, your top 3 dreams.
We come alive when we are creative.
I challenge you to find some creativity in yourself.
We are capable of so much more then we think we are. Sometimes we need to be reminded, encouraged or perhaps given permission to dream big.
I bought myself a coffee mug with the words “dream big” on it. It is to be my reminder in my day to day to incorporate life, colour, creativity and dreams into my beloved chaos.
I wrote this two years ago on my previous blog.