Four times this week I sat to tackle this topic and four times I scrapped my efforts. Today I began again. Five hundred words in, I realised I was off on a tangent, a different subject altogether. I have held on to it and perhaps it might appear another day, when the time is right.
I have realised something. I am not and never was a dreamer.
It happened fast and furiously when I was young and it was a case of doing what was needed then and there. No time for questions or hysterics, no such thing as “I don’t want to”, or “I don’t know how”.
It didn’t matter whether it was an epileptic fit, a heart attack, a dying father or a split lip. I dealt with all of it.
Dreaming was for people with time on their hands, those who could spend half a day with their nose in a book. Books might fill heads with other worlds and dreams but they didn’t do the washing or the cooking. I did that.
Don’t get me wrong, none of these things did me any harm, they taught me how to care, have compassion and not to sweat the small stuff. I am one of life’s listeners, and boy are there plenty of people out there with broken dreams.
Give me real life any day.
The topic My Dreams, and How I’ve Fulfilled Them was chosen by the lady of dreams Maria the Silver Fox. I wonder what dreams she will have to share with us today? Then while you are sitting, let your fingers do the clicking and move along to visit the other active members for some more dreaming: Maxi, Maria/Gaelikaa, Maria SilverFox, Padmum, Paul, Ramana, Shackman speaks, The Old Fossil, Will Knott.