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Reprogramming Myself Series
The Dreams I Don’t Dare To Dream
Letting go in order to find peace with reality
I hate this topic. It’s quite a trigger because real life usually sucks. Real life is hard work, complicated by sucky human issues like health issues, partner and children issues, and “stuff” ownership issues.
The dream doesn’t suck. The dream is where we know we could come alive, truly alive. The dream is a place we may or may not have come close to at some point. And no matter how hard we try to kill it, it’s still inside us, hidden under great-grandma’s heavy, ancient, and musty quilt.
The man I am with asked me this morning to tell me what I dreamt of…what my best life would look like. But I had no words for him. I still might not. Because of this:
I was once married to a dreamer. He was a California boy who did little else but dream. He talked his dreams through and through. And that’s where they all stayed. He would even get to the end of some…being offered a job by the CIA, and he would turn it down. This sort of thing became normal for me.
My dreams, however, were not something that I could enact. The most glorious dream was to become an opera singer. But after marrying at age 19, I realized, too late, that I was not going to be…
