A friend once
asked me in the middle of the most random scenario and at the most random time.
What is your dream? He wants to open a bar and see the various people that
visit. I was taken aback and unable to answer. That feels like such a big
question. I wanted to climb on the table and be able to proclaim with
confidence in a MLK junior voice…I have a DREAM…and then be able to finish that
statement. But the thing I realized is that I don’t have a FREAKING clue what
my dream is. NOT A CLUE! This is SCARY STUFF you adults that surround me. I DON’T
HAVE A DREAM! How did this happen? When was I supposed to make a dream in adult
class and why did I stay at home binging on Netflix when all of the other good
adults were out making dreams. Where did my dream go? This stressed me more than
it should have. Almost a week and a half later I had a response. For those
adult in the room, a week and a half isn’t a long time for you to think about
something. I am proud of you and I am ordering gold stars now. For me…a week
and half is eternity. FOREVER! I walked up to that friend and I replied. I like
to share my stories and I want to blog. I want to ramble to the internet in
hopes to encourage one person. What is super fun about that goal is that I want
to make one person encouraged. If you are reading this post then you are my
one. But the truth is you are probably my husband, best friend or mom…HI GUYS!
It’s me….I am on the internet. If you are a stranger, leave a comment. Not sure
how I make it public but YAY!
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