Neither A Dreamer or a Planner Be

A few weeks ago the discussion was around my daughter sharing her dreams of getting into a top law school next year when she graduates from college. The statement was made how we all have to have our dreams

I don't have a dream. It sounds lost and kind of pathetic, but I don't. I don't know if i have ever been a dreamer. I seem to be a planner and I wonder if most of my plans don't just come about assisting others with their dreams.

I am not saying that I live to listen to the wants and needs of others and make those happen, I just think I get caught up in the day by day and your dream sounds good enough for me to adopt and see how I can help.

I am sitting in a big log home in the mountains over looking a beautiful lake. This was my husbands dream. It is a fabulous house and now it is taking a lot of time keeping it from becoming our nightmare.

My oldest daughter dreamed up being a doctor and she is. Where her dad made most of that dream come true, I still played my part in the process.

My youngest now wants to get into NYU or Columbia Law School. It is a much better dream than when she wanted to head out to LA to become an actress based on reviews of her elementary school stage experience. Now I lay away at night planning how I will be able to help her make that happen.

In the mean time I am worried I don't have a dream of my own. The only dream I think I ever had was one of living in different places every year or so. Getting to know different people, not putting down roots. Kind of sounds like a cowboy.

Of course I realize that the reality of that dream is that you would spend a lot of time by yourself. Holidays could be a bad I bet - but then you wouldn't have to cook and clean for a house full of guest either (making their dream of a Norman Rockwell family holiday come true.) On the other hand, families have a way of hunting you down at their leisure to make sure you don't get any of yours.

I dream of living at the beach, but right now it is so hot on this mountain that I can't image what the beach is like. There is that reality thing again.

I dream of a Maine cabin in the fall.

I dream of getting up and doing yoga on my back deck.........