Dream Weaver
I had a supervisor tell me recently that the trouble with people is that they don’t dream big enough. One even suggested that while I was out in California with my mom that I sit down and do a dream board where you cut out pictures from magazines that help you visualize the things in your life that you want to have, achieve or experience. Somewhere between the trips to Target for my mom’s Vicodin and what passed for me as “working remote” I didn’t get around to leafing through magazines with an exacto-knife and a glue stick.
My friends and I used to make these a lot when I was in high-school but instead of using poster board we’d put the pictures on lined paper and then assemble it book-report style. I still have the one that Shakes made me, a peach colored folder held together with metal brads its pages filled with pictures from Seventeen that showed the things that were must-haves in the mid 1980’s. BMW! Diamonds! Designer Clothes! Hot Husband! Adorable Children!
I don’t dream for things as much now having tempered ambition with the realities of the day, gas in my car, laundry and my ever evolving job situation. Plus, my dreams seem silly now, as inadequate as they are impractical. Turns out, there are many aspects of my life which are better than the dreams that I had growing up and still other unrealized dreams particularly in my personal life that are nothing more than wishful thinking.
Dreams are important in that they can be used as a powerful tool to help shape your future. LizBeth is on a kick right now where she wants to live in Hawaii and attend a master chef program in the next several years. The practical side of me is very much at odds with the part of me that wants her to realize that dream, to see it through to it’s conclusion with her living in a thatch hut eating pineapple from her own tree. To the best that I’m able, I try to hold my tongue from saying any of the things that would sour this dream for her and hope instead that she uses all of the tools at her disposal to make her dream of living in Hawaii a reality.
I know a friend who has a dream board and it is a good daily reminder to her of the things she wants from life.
I don’t have one, my life is perfect (as is yours) and my dreams consist of such things as Dunkin Donuts visits with my good friend and a hot bath with my Ipod. Don’t need a dream board for those.