The first dream I really remember involved becoming a famous writer. A teacher complemented me on my writing abilities and that became my thing. For a long time, I could only see three ways to success, in this order: Publish a book, write for a major newspaper, or become an English professor.
I have accomplished none of these great feats (yet), but I realized the other day that I am living my dream. I didn’t know about blogs or social media at seven. I didn’t realize the power of telling someone’s story or telling the every day of my own.
So, if you’re looking back at your younger self apologizing for what you perceive as missed dreams, stop. Dreams take time and there isn’t a single path to get there. You will most likely diverge multiple times and find yourself redefining what you want today and what you want long term. And that’s okay. Don’t be afraid to open yourself up and find a new vocabulary for your dreams.
Nissa says
Mindy- thank you for such a thoughtful post. I definitely needed to read this today. Sometimes it seems like the more I strive to fit my life into the little mold- the more unhappy I am. I’m really working to do things for myself and define my success as a life well-lived.
MotherhoodLooms says
Those dreams are similar to mine. I realized ages ago that I *am* a writer. I’ve gotten paid to do it. And it makes me really, truly happy.
Parenting Patch says
I too wanted to be a writer when I was growing up. One of the reasons that I write my blog and other website is because of my love of writing.