Cinderella said that a dream is a wish your heart makes, when your fast asleep. Yet, my dreams are now in my waking moments. Those times when I see my baby hug Elmo and wish I could bottle that forever. Other times when something fantastic happens, like getting to teach at a law school, and want to be able to relive that feeling over and over.
Mostly, dreams are the building blocks of our lives. The items we work toward; the plans we make. Our dreams can be simple, like a family, or our dreams can be complex, like making the education system better. There are dreams that we share, like buying a home with our spouse; there are dreams that we never say out loud. For me, writing was a dream that I was too afraid to tell anyone about for a long time. Instead, I told people of my other dreams, dreams I thought were more achievable.
Recently, I realized that I was mistaken. It is those dreams that seem impossible that we must share. I cannot make my dreams a reality on my own. Making the New York Times Bestsellers list doesn’t happen without whispering that you’ve written a novel. So, I too a risk. I started telling people about my dreams. What about you? What do you dream about? What would you do to make your dreams a reality?
“To Dream the Impossible Dream.” Man of La Mancha.