One of my long time dreams is to teach art. – Wait, you say, you are already doing that aren’t you? Well, yes. I do teach in a school – but my big dream is to have my own building where I can hold classes, big messy classes for kids and adults who cannot afford the luxury of art.
I used to search for the best location,ugly inner city being my main focus, but anywhere there are people is fine. I found old abandoned schools, churches, store fronts … there was a building I was “this” close to putting a bid on, but rats were found….then another great little building that was TORN down to make way for a stupid Sheetz gas station- across the street from two other gas stations… there was a large barn I considered remodeling, then I moved. I had been stalking, touring, and plotting how I could pull it off.
Then. Life hit.
Life hit hard.
I recoiled from the pain and stopped dreaming about having my own art center. In fact, it seems quite impossible now due to some unfortunate repercussions from the hit.
But, I was talking to my daughter on the phone today – she is several states away and I haven’t seen her for months – she mentioned my dream and it hit me – dreams sometimes take on a life of their own. They grow and change and become real bit by bit. If I would have had my dream when I first started imagining it…..hmmm.
Okay, so the answer to the days prompt for the Blogfest 2012 is NO. I am not living my dream, but I am watching it grow. Preparing in ways I never realized would be necessary, but I am excited to report, the dream is not dead….it is just seems to be of the slow growing variety – it is hanging out in the incubator – and life has been supplying a steady dose of nutrition without my knowledge.
Cecilia Ahern, Sea of Roses
Sorry, Cecilia – I disagree. I don’t want to settle, but I am willing to wait as I rekindle my ability to dream, expect the unexpected, believe in magic and rebuild my innocence. One day my dream will say, “Ah, hello there, I have been waiting for you.” because actually, the dream is fully grown – I am the one hanging out in the incubator.