I’m a dreamer. I always have been. I don’t remember anyone sitting me down as a child and telling me I could be anything I wanted in life, but I definitely got that message.
When I was eight I wanted to be a singer. I would belt out songs on my pink tape recorder with my friends until one day someone (and I don’t even remember who) told me I couldn’t sing. I believed them and I let my dream die.
When I was sixteen I wanted to work in the music industry. More specifically, my dream was to work for my favorite singer, Reba. I sure took a lot of criticism for that. I even had a teacher who made fun of me in an awards ceremony just before I graduated. He said I couldn’t do it. I proved him wrong. Six months later, I was living my dream.
When I turned twenty nine, my dream was to write a book before I turned thirty. Guess what? It didn’t happen. No one said I could or couldn’t do it. Nothing was pushing me to get it done other than a ticking clock. I didn’t have a plan. My birthday rolled around again and I realized the book wasn’t going to write itself.
I had to have a plan. I wrote my first novel during NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). It was a grueling process and it almost drove me crazy, but I made it through and wrote my 50,000 words. Sure, I cut 20,000 words out on December 1st, but the learning experience was invaluable.
I learned what did and didn’t work for me as a writer. I found it amazing what I could get done in small chunks of time throughout the day. Most of all, I gave myself permission to write and to write poorly. I turned my dream of writing a novel in to reality.
I think it’s important to be a dreamer. I think it’s even more important to work towards fulfilling that dream. I love the saying Goals are Dreams with Deadlines.
I’m not done dreaming. Are you? What do you dream of? What are you going to do to get there?