Saturday, January 2, 2010

Dead Dreams

Today begins my thirty-(cough ack huwazahhpffftzzzz)th year on this earth.  Believe it or not, I don’t feel much different than when I was a teenager.  Sure, I might be a little rounder, a bit more weathered in some places, a bit creaky in others, but I still think like a kid, which makes me feel like a kid.  I’m wiser, to be sure.  Smarter?  I don’t know about.  But at least I have all my hair.  Still in the original color.

christmas-massacre On our nightly walk last eve, Mrs. Sarcasm commented that the deflated Christmas decorations still on folks’ lawns reminded her of dead dreams.  This led to a myriad of thoughts reflective of the things we want to accomplish when we’re young versus how many ever actually get accomplished.

Throughout my life I’ve wanted to do a lot of things.  I wanted to be a TV star, so I got a degree in broadcasting.,  But I never worked in TV, something I occasionally think about, but never really regret.  Some years back, I wanted to become a pilot.  I talked about it for a long time.  Then one day it dawned on me, talk accomplishes little.  So, I made that dream happen.  There have been times I’ve regretted it, but after sitting in ground school for ten hours a day last week, I’m ever more grateful I don’t go to an office every day.  And, I’ve said it before, I finally have a job I don’t hate.

Which leads me to my next dream – that of being a writer.  The path of my life led me places I could never have predicted.  I dabbled in writing but was never serious until one day based in the complete opposite of serious gave me the kick I needed.  It’s funny the things that lead us to make certain choices.  If not for a certain ride, at a certain theme park, who knows where I’d be today?  What passions would I have?  What dreams would I still strive to make come true?  And which dreams would be dead?

2 comments:

Travener said...

Life makes funny choices for us all. Some filled with drama, some banal. But each sends us in a directio we wouldn't have gone on before. When you're as old as I am -- which won't be for quite some time yet, whippersnapper -- you'll look back on it all and ask, "How the hell did I wind up here?"

Traci said...

Great post! Love the idea of deflated dreams seen as those Christmas decorations (very clever, Mrs. Sarcasm!).

I think action/hard work is important in a dream (getting in there, rolling up sleeves, doing the writing), but so much of it seems to depend on timing and luck *sigh*. I've never written more pages than I did this past year, but where has it gotten me, in terms of the dream (of publication)? Not published yet. Not agented yet. Dreams can definitely be a frustrating thing. But - I can't imagine a life without them, either. How boring it would be! :-)