Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tell me your dreams....not the sex ones!
Time for a new dream: I was going to be the best wife and mommy in the world. My baby was going to be the smartest, kindest, most wonderful of child who would cure cancer by the age of 15, we would have a marriage that others would envy.
Then I got divorced again, and for those of you keeping track, I got divorced again. I decided it was time to set some goals.
I wanted to make a certain amount of money per year, buy a home and pay off my car. Surprisingly, considering my track record, I achieved those goals.
Now it's time for the dreams. Who am I now that I'm not who I thought I was? That was the first line to a short story I wrote and actually my inspiration for this blog. Who am I now that I am no longer someones wife and my child is grown?
I've been thinking about it a lot, this is my current dream. I live in North Carolina, preferably close to the beach, in a little tiny clapboard house with a wide front porch. I make enough money writing to support myself.It's a tiny town, I ride my bike everywhere, mostly to the liquor store of course. In the evenings I sit on the front porch with a glass of wine and watch the lightning bugs.
It's my dream, and it makes me happy. A guy at work today asked me why North Carolina and without thinking I said, " I think I left a piece of my soul there." I'm not sure where that came from but that's what it feels like.
It's a five year plan. This is the starting point and that little house is the goal.I haven't figured out all the steps in between but I'm sure they'll come to me, in time. After all, my soul is waiting.