Dream to life…

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.”  – Pablo Picasso

YES! So much YES!

When I was a child I LOVED to create. I remember being very young – 5, maybe 6 years old – my mother sat with me and helped me to write a story. By help, I mean she wrote my words down and I drew the pictures. It was a story about a dragon. I don’t remember what the story was, but I remember my mother patiently taking the time to help me. I loved it. That was my mother’s way of showing love.

When I was a child, I believed. What do I mean by that? I believed in everything – my imagination was vivid to say the least and I prayed to one day see a unicorn. Seriously – I BELIEVED. Everything I did had to do with my fantasy world – unicorns, dragons, knights, and beautiful ladies. The only tarnish in this world was me. I never felt pretty enough, skinny enough, never good enough.

Somewhere along the way between then and now I lost that spark. Every now and then I see it. I painted my mother and mother-in-law paintings for mother’s day. I have been occasionally writing poetry again. My dreams are slowly blooming back to life.

Last night I decided to take a leap. Since I was young I have LOVED to sing. I’m not good at it, I know this. But I love to sing. My son decided to stop guitar lessons and I…well, I have decided to sign up for singing lessons! I’m so STOKED about it. I’m not rich by any stretch of the imagination. I should save that money for groceries or gas or bills, but for the first time in my life I am going to do something for ME that I LOVE. I can’t wait! I start next week. I go on my lunch hour.

I’m overjoyed at this opportunity. I am so grateful to my very supportive husband for agreeing with this crazy idea. I’m not doing it to sing in front of people, I’m doing it for ME. I don’t care if no one ever hears me. I will be happy knowing I finally am doing something I only dreamed about in my youth. I’m making it real.

Pharrell Williams – Happy

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About NB Gwen

I'm me, I work, I play, I'm a bit unique - but I guess that's all in perspective
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