Mr. Sandman Bring Me A Dream ...

I don't remember my dreams very often, but when I do they're usually weird in a "haha" kinda way. Last night I had one of those dreams:

I arrive in a looooooong, wide and tall hallway that curves gently, so you can't see it end to end. It's vastness reminds me of the halls in the Kennedy Center. There are 4 or 5 rows of people lining the entire hall and they're all holding musical instruments. I realize they are a marching band and I'm a member. They're chatting and wearing street clothes, so I figure they must be waiting for practice to start. I find my place in line and hug my friends (we're all around my current age - 30). The dude in front of me turns around and it's my boyfriend Paul Rudd (Clueless, any Frat Pack movie). We hug, peck on the lips and I remember thinking in my head "He's so cute and he's my boyfriend!".

Haha.

Anywho, the scene cuts to the next day and I'm walking into another practice. I'm a little early, but looking around I see all the flute players (my instrument) were holding piccolos and I brought my flute. I'm really mad at myself for doing something so stupid because in marching band just being late was a serious offense. (Side note: when I was actually in the marching band our instructor's motto was "To be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late and to be late is to be dead." He made us repeat that on a regular basis. - 15 years later and I'm still panicking about it in dreams). I see Paul Rudd and tell him what's going on. Fear floods his normally happy eyes. We embrace like it's the last time we're going to see each other and I leave to get my piccolo.

Fin.

As Big of "Rob and Big" says, "Do work."

As some of you know, I am a fiction writer. Yes, the girl who HATED writing in high school/college writes for fun. What can I say? I'm a free spirit who prefers not to be contained by essay assignments. :) It's just a hobby now, but it would be awesome to have my work published someday.

For a looooooong time I talked and daydreamed about being a writer. I wished really, really, really hard that I could get a book published. I did this for several years and then I had an epiphany:

"Crap. I better write something, if I want to be a writer."

Okay, so I'm a free spirit and a bit slow on the uptake.

My point is a lot of people want things out of life, but don't do them for various reasons. They're scared, they doubt themselves, it's too much work, they're too busy, etc. I realized a blank-page-waiting-for-genius is pretty daunting, but unless I put something on it I wasn't going anywhere. So, I put something on that page. Then the next. Then the next ten pages after that. And boy did it suck. But it was okay because it was on the page and I could fix it later. And even if it still sucked after that, oh well. I was a writer and it felt good.


"When there's a hill to climb, don't think that waiting will make it smaller." - H. Jackson Brown

It's okay to be afraid and to doubt, but don't let it stop you from reaching your dreams. Lace up your climbing shoes and start hiking!


"Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone." - Pablo Picasso

A bit dramatic maybe, but true. Live your life with no regrets. I like quotes by the way - they inspire me.

So, start writing, go to the gym, take ballroom dancing classes or whatever it is YOU want to do. It's worth it.