Dreams. So many children’s stories started out as dreams. Dreams are what made you believe in Prince Charming and animals could talk back. Okay, so maybe I am the only one who fell for that one! When is the last time you dreamed? Not just a dream while you were sleeping, but a take your breath away, knot in your stomach sort of dream? Remember when you were a child and you knew what you wanted to be when you grew up? Did you accomplish this dream? Did something make you change your dream? When I was a child I knew I wanted to be on television. Prior to that I wanted to be an astronaut, but when I realized I hated science and there was more to being an astronaut than just going to outer space to dance without gravity; I let that dream go! At first, I wanted to be a local news anchor. I would stand in my mirror and report fake news or when I was cooking I would channel my inner Martha Stewart and narrate everything I was adding to whatever dish I was creating (I made a lot of fancy peanut butter and jelly)
I will never forget the day the dream was planted in my heart to be a print journalist. Not just a journalist, but a magazine editor. My parents were getting married (that is another story for another day) and they asked certain couples to be each one of my siblings prayer couple. That means they would pray over us at the ceremony and pray for us throughout the year. My prayer couple surprised me with a years subscription to Brio Magazine. It was a publication for teen girls from Focus on the Family. I fell in love. I fell in love hard. I remember receiving it every month and reading it cover to cover the first day it came in the mail. I was in love with print journalism. I wanted to write articles on fashion, love and lifestyle, but the ultimate goal was to have Susie Shellenbergers job. I wanted to be editor in chief. My life was all planned out. I knew where I wanted to go to school, I began to journal and I read every magazine my parents would allow me to. I wanted to be well read so I could facilitate proper interviews and have knowledge of the world around me. My life was set and I was ready.
I started working when I sixteen and life began to happen. I had always been a dreamer, but I started to learn not all dreams came true. Somewhere along the way I gave up the dream to be editor in chief of Brio. I decided I wasn’t smart enough, I wasn’t pretty enough, I wasn’t good enough. I just wasn’t ENOUGH. I decided there must be people who get to live out their dreams and then there was me. What a complete load of hogwash!! I am sure there is a more eloquent word I could use to describe it, but hogwash will do the job. I could have lived out my dream. I could have worked my butt off to achieve my dreams. I am the one who gave up. The beautiful thing about dreams is they never truly go away. That dream has remained a slow burn in my heart since I was twelve years old. I may not ever get to be the editor in chief of Brio magazine,but my new dream if for this blog to be an outlet for that dream. The posts on this blog will vary in nature. The hope is some will be thought provoking, some will be outfits of the day, others will follow me as I travel! I want this blog to be a place for fun and growth for myself and all who read it. My hope is that you will get a vision of my dream and share it with your world. While you are sharing my dream why not think about the last time you dreamed and what happened to that dream. Did you accomplish everything you ever dreamed about? Did life knock you down and you just could not find the strength to get back up? Did your dream change? I encourage you to close your eyes and dream. I personally believe every dream is a seed planted in your heart by God. He allowed you to have the dream for a reason. Maybe you are supposed to learn something on the road to your dream. A dream is how your story begins. It is up to you if your story gets written. Always know, YOU. ARE. ENOUGH. Our Heavenly Father made you enough. Dream a little dream or dream a big dream. Just dream.