Dreaming as an Adult Child

When I was little it was so easy to dream big. I could say “I want to be a ______” and believe that anything was indeed possible.

What did I want to be? My dreams and aspirations changed on a daily basis, sometimes, but there were definite common themes and connections

  • I wanted to be a famous author.  I wanted to save my family with my words, like Jo in Little Women or be invited to read and speak to others like Anne in Anne of Green Gables.
  • I wanted to be a director of plays and musicals.
  • I wanted to be an actress on Broadway or in the movies.
  • I wanted to be a journalist, traveling the world and helping make it a better place.
  • I wanted to be a doctor or some kind of missionary, saving lives in poverty-stricken countries.
  • I wanted to be a psychologist.
  • I wanted to be a geologist.
  • I wanted to be a marine biologist.
  • I wanted to be President of the United States
  • I wanted to be someone invited to teach in universities and colleges around the world.
  • I wanted to be a Smith College Medal Winner.
  • I wanted to be a world traveler, and to have homes all over the world.
  • I wanted to be a singer, either the leader of a rock band or a soloist.

Now, some of those dreams were totally unrealistic. Some of them may have been real at the time, but I have no desire now. I definitely have NO DESIRE to be the President of the United States anymore. As for the science goals, I’m still fascinated but had ran into a brick wall when it came to some of the upper level math and some of the other courses required.

Some of the dreams I’ve achieved, although perhaps not in the way I imagined.  Some of the dreams shifted and changed as I grew older. Some have simply faded away.

A couple of the dreams still live with me, but I find myself afraid to claim them out loud. I don’t know if I have simply become more fearful, or I am more aware of the challenges and difficulties that face the world of a dreamer.  Or maybe I cannot get past the disappointment of lost dreams, to feel the hopes of future dreams.

I don’t want to do that to myself anymore. I want to dream like a child again, and see the world as full of possibilities.  I am determined to dream big, and let those dreams unfold, in whatever form they take. The child in me still lives. The dreamer in me will never go away.

I am a dreamer, and I intend to dream big!

“Come to the edge, he said. They said:
We are afraid. Come to the edge, he
said. They came. He pushed them,
And they flew…”
– Guillaume Apollinaire 

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