{Written Jun 18, 2011.}

John Roquemore inspired me to take a look at the daily writing prompts being posted over here.
This one by Michael Rad caught my attention.

Abide in the simple and noble regions of thy life, obey thy heart. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Write down your top three dreams. Now write down what’s holding you back from them.

First, about why this one caught my attention so: I need self-reflection. I always do. So do you.
I need to constantly be reminded that uploading pictures to Facebook is not what my priority should be for the day.
{Despite what a beautiful baby I have, whose pictures I do always want to share.}
So, given this opportunity to be challenged to think about my dreams – realize them all over again – and ponder what is keeping me from them, or whether I’m in active pursuit of them, seems like a great thing to do. So, here we are. Let’s dive in together.

I dream of being a writer. Of writing things that inspire people, of writing things that challenge people to become more of who they were created to be. Things that awaken questions in the souls of those who encounter them. I dream of writing often. I dream of writing a children’s book that I’d be proud to read my child.

I dream of traveling with my love. Seeing, exploring, adventuring in new places. Taking in all the new things & processing them together. Having little commentary discussions about cultural differences.

{Written to here, in June… the rest was added today.}

I dream of giving birth to our next baby at home… and any ones that come after that baby. And of adopting babies that make our family multiracial, diverse, and so much more beautiful than we already are.

I cannot wait to see the ways these dreams will shape my life. What’s holding me back from them? Hm. Lots of things, but primarily what holds me back is me. Nothing stands in the way of my beginning to pursue these dreams, and if/when I ever see them come to fruition, I’ll certainly be better for having pursued them.

1 thought on “Dreams”

  1. Hello. I am descended from an Anne Roquemore and am also a writer and a mother. My oldest child will be 18 in just a few weeks. My youngest is learning to drive. I love looking at pictures of them when they were young – babies, toddlers. They are different from that now, but those pictures are tight in my heart and my throat.

    In writing, I went so far as to get a degree in Creative Writing back when the belief was that you couldn’t teach writing, only grammar. An Effective Writing class proved that wrong, but it is only now that I am pushing beyond my abilities to return to fiction, and to learn how to write what I want to write.

    I suspect that you may have married into a family that is related to Anne’s descendants. Feel free to email me or write back, here. We can connect on FB if you wish as well.

    As I bid adieu, the translation of the word “namaste” comes to mind: The light that is within me recognizes and salutes the light that is within you.


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