What will become of the Me that was?
"When I grow up (as everyone does) What will become of the Me I was?" Aileen Fisher
I wonder that myself, particularly when I am introspective and wonder how I ended up to be the person I am today. What happened to the child? I used to be creative. Bursting with imagination. Sometimes now I feel so caught up in the day to day sludge that I can't seem to force an imaginative idea out of my brain. So, what happened to that child that used to dream of flying? That child that used to dream up ways to get my parents to let me have a pony? I remember being, oh, maybe 9 or so, and wanting a horse SO BADLY it hurt. Literally, physically hurt. And I thought of ways to make money so I could buy a horse, and then I decided I could go in the back yard and dig a hole big enough for the horse to stay in. Even thought about how far out the hole would have to go, because the floor would have to be sloped for me to get the horse down into it (horses won't walk down stairs, you know). I used to draw maps and pictures of my dream home. I haven't allowed myself to dream like that in many years. Perhaps it's just too depressing to always dream, and never have the dreams come true.
What about you - what did you used to dream about? Write and let me know, and together, we'll find a way to at least make a part of our dreams come true.
Happy dreaming,
Elle
I wonder that myself, particularly when I am introspective and wonder how I ended up to be the person I am today. What happened to the child? I used to be creative. Bursting with imagination. Sometimes now I feel so caught up in the day to day sludge that I can't seem to force an imaginative idea out of my brain. So, what happened to that child that used to dream of flying? That child that used to dream up ways to get my parents to let me have a pony? I remember being, oh, maybe 9 or so, and wanting a horse SO BADLY it hurt. Literally, physically hurt. And I thought of ways to make money so I could buy a horse, and then I decided I could go in the back yard and dig a hole big enough for the horse to stay in. Even thought about how far out the hole would have to go, because the floor would have to be sloped for me to get the horse down into it (horses won't walk down stairs, you know). I used to draw maps and pictures of my dream home. I haven't allowed myself to dream like that in many years. Perhaps it's just too depressing to always dream, and never have the dreams come true.
What about you - what did you used to dream about? Write and let me know, and together, we'll find a way to at least make a part of our dreams come true.
Happy dreaming,
Elle
Ah I remember those horse days and haven't given them up altogether in spite of being 36, allergic to horses and monetarily completely unable to afford it!
I too haven't spent the time on dreams that I used to. My favorite was the thought of building a medieval castle complete with surrounding village as the ultimate vacation getaway - a renaissance faire you could live at year round. *smile* I also had maps.
I think that tonight, because you reminded me of dreams I only half remembered I'm going to grab my sketch pad and explore my castle once again. Thank you for the inspiration!
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