I gave birth to my sweet girl when I was the tender age of 17; becoming a Mom didn’t happen the way I had anticipated it would, but there I was. As my girlfriends prepared for SAT’s and decorating dorm rooms I found myself changing dirty diapers, fixing formula and bouncing a baby on my hip.
I didn’t realize it then but as my new reality settled in I ceased dreaming; not the kind of dreams you have at night while snuggled cozy in bed. The type of dreams that make you lose track of time, gazing at the clouds wondering what it would be like to be your own boss, take a French cooking class or be swept off to Hawaii by prince charming. Dreams were replaced with rationale, desires with logic and without a second thought my ability to envision life as anything more than it was at that moment, waltzed away.
Days turned into months, slid into years and toppled into decades with sparse time for reverie; but in the last 2 years I’ve had a stirring in my heart. A desire for something more; deeper meaning, stronger impact, exciting adventure and thrilling experiences. I think it might actually be called living and it just may require dreaming.
I will need to whirl through unchartered territory and skip along paths with hidden twists and turns but I will embrace life and we will tango! Fear will no longer keep me two-stepping with my companions, predictable and logical. Um, ok, I mean with-in reason on that otherwise my hubby may be asking me to do some pretty wild stuff. 🙂
God is holding my dance card, He knows who I’ve chosen to dance with in the past but today I choose Him and we will dance with JOY into the unexpected. It is Independence Day and I am free.