It’s a shocking thing to wake up to the lives we find ourselves in. Certainly not the visions we had for ourselves when we were young and our dreams were fresh. It happens. Eventually responsibility looms larger than life and many of us enter into survival mode.
Some of us escape, mid-life or even from the start, and successfully find a way to do what we love, while making a living doing it. More common than not though, we will punch a clock and toil from dawn to dusk until we die. If we’re lucky we’ll find an hour or two to rendezvous with our dreams, relegating them to hobby status, deluding ourselves into thinking that it is enough. Believing in our heart of hearts that it never will be. Bummer.
How then do we survive with some semblance of satisfaction in life, mired in drudge, seemingly thwarted from our deepest desires?
I am not content nor willing to let the circumstances of my life own me. But I am also not good at making and taking time to fill my non-working time with stimulating dream-catching activities. Most of the time I just want to change into comfy clothes and sleep. You could call it “passive” dream-catching. I could sleep all day…every day, and have gone through seasons of doing just that! But that is not living. And the dreams are still there somewhere inside of me. At least I think they are. When one gets to this point it is a short step away from losing one’s dreams all together. Mustn’t let that happen.
And I wonder…why do I let myself languish in the notion that some is not all and therefore not good enough? It’s a choice you know. Not a good one…but a choice. One that is promoted by marketing and media, by boards of directors who value profits and debtors who are only looking for my next payment. These things are a reality in my life, but they need not be my only reality.
I find that if I make time to fulfill even a small part of a dream, it lights a spark in me. Enough to sustain me through the to-do’s and must be’s in my life. Enough to help me stay awake. The amount of time I am afforded to spend dreaming matters not, as long as I am fully in the moment when I do. It’s as much who I am as that work-a-day title I wear day in and day out…it’s more.
I like what French Poet-Philosopher Paul Valery said about dreamers and the dreams they dream…
And so this moment I hit the “publish” button and realize another dream. Make that, “Did you happen to know that I am a writer? I am!”…And the sparks fly, fueling me this moment into marvelous satisfaction and delight. What of sleep? No time for that! There are more lovely words to find with my keypad…so many more!