I’ve long believed in the immeasurable power of articulating our dreams. Writing, speaking and sharing our hearts’ desires can turn whimsicle maybes into attainable goals by strengthening our beliefs, holding us accountable and shaping our actions with intent. Every now and then, dreaming out loud seems to work like sheer magic. Other times, we simply need to think outside of the box…
Many Halloweens ago, when I was five, I decided to dress up as a ballerina. Seems like a reasonable costume for a little girl, right? I thought so, regardless of the blizzardy Minnesota winter that had arrived prematurely. As the time to trick-or-treat drew near, I donned my heart-studded tights, pink leotard and sparkly tutu, eager to tromp through the snowdrifts in the name of candy. My mother’s plan for me varied slightly.
The moment she handed me my bright blue, squooshy snow pants, my dancer dreams dissipated like snow dots on a warm windshield. NO WAY! I’d told everyone (the entire kinder-verse) about my costume, dreamed constantly of wearing it and absolutely couldn’t let pillowy pants wreck everything!
Racing back to my bedroom, I removed my costume and slipped it back on—over my snow-gear. If I had to be a baby beluga whale in a tutu, so be it. Costumes shouldn’t discriminate! And besides, even then I deemed whales lovely.
Joyfully comparing myself to a beluga whale ballerina (high praise from that five-year-old) I ended up having a blast that night, delighting in the added attention and candy my puffy getup brought me. Given the chance, I probably would’ve opted for the beluga getup in snow over the ordinary look in sunshine. Regardless, my costume dreams had come true, and I had the sugar high to prove it.
I imagine many of us recall making seemingly fanciful dreams come true in our youth. As a whole, we adults are less likely to dream boldly or seek creative ways to lure our aspirations into fruition, particularly in the face of naysayers (to which, I say, bah humbug!). While maturity is invaluable, we sure can learn particular lessons from children.
Lately, I’ve been reminded of the importance of sharing dreams with like-minded others–in my case, adults who agree that some of the most cherished parts of us should never grow up. Since my pals and I
are raging photo-oholics aren’t exactly camera shy, I have visual momentos from our recent dream-filled gatherings. I’m telling you, these gals are magic! Wondrous things have evolved for numerous of us since our shared time, and there’s more to come; I feel it! I also know that pursuing our passions allowed us all to meet, for which I’m eternally grateful. ♥
I’ll be sharing more regarding our unfolding dreams soon, but for now I simply felt like saying THANKS—to the universe, to my friends, for the freedoms we have that allow us to cultivate dreams lofty and small, and to you all for your continual awesomeness and support. You rock like king-size candy bars to trick-or-treating tykes.
I’d love to hear from you! Has sharing a recent dream helped make it happen? Any related childhood stories to share? If you’re inclined, please post a comment letting me know what you’re dreaming toward. I’m telling you – there is power in sharing! I’d love to help cheer you on.