Sometimes I fear that I’m too much of a realist to be a dreamer.
I squelch my dreams because I don’t want to feel that ache that sometimes comes with longing for something you’re not sure you’ll ever obtain. I am grounded in the now, partly out of fear, partly for survival, and partly because I want to live the now fully. I suppose it’s not a bad thing; it’s just the way I am, at least for now.
I think it began when I had children. My dreams for myself felt farther away when I became buried in baby wipes and missing pacifiers and sleepless nights.
But I’ve come up for air since then, and on our recent 16-hour road trip, Ryan and I had plenty of time to talk about our dreams. We revamped our “life list,” and I realized it’s been way too long since I let myself dream.
This week I’ll share a big portion of our Life List, but until then, are you a dreamer? And if you’re a mother, how has becoming one impacted your dreams?
Linked up with the lovely and big-hearted Alana at the Bliss Diaries.