So how come every day starts out with any number possibilities and also any equal number of disappointments at the same time? The older I get the more perplexed I am at life. It’s hard to explain…but I know everyone who has lived any good number of years can totally understand where I’m coming from! I have so many hopes and dreams…mostly for my kids now…how can I even think of any for myself when the “dailies” of life get in the way…work, housecleaning, meals, laundry, etc. when does one of a certain age have time to dream about their “future?” Isn’t our future already here? Do we have a future? If so where is it? How can we get there? What does it look like? Where has all the dreaming gone? Do we dare to dream anymore? Why? Is there still time to dream? It all sounds morbid I know and I’m truly sorry for that…I’m just trying to “think out loud” if you will. As kids we spent our days dreaming and playing and pretending. As adults we spend our days getting through our todo lists and do the mundane tasks of our jobs and the daily things of life. How many of us are still working toward our dreams? I know of maybe a handful of people who get to live their dreams every day. Others are still holding onto theirs trying to make them happen in their “spare time.” But at least they still dream. Others are content in the moment and don’t really think about it. And others are just going through the motions of life wondering what happened to their youth and how they can go back to a simpler and more imaginative and hopeful time.

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