Dreams
DISCLAIMER: THIS POST HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE INTERPRETATION OF DREAMS, IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR THAT GO SOMEWHERE ELSE.
When I was a kid I wanted to be a professional basketball player. This dream was perpetuated when in late elementary school I played on a rec league basketball team and was chosen to the the center because I was the tallest person on the team. I was also later chosen to play catcher in softball due to my height. Yes, it's funny now given I haven't grown any taller since the 6th grade. Thus, my dreams were quickly crushed at a young age after realizing basketball players were tall, I was not and there wasn't much hope to be found in my gene pool. Still I hoped that I would triumph over the nature and be the exception to the genes my parents passed down to me. If I could say that this happened then it would be a miracle all its own, but for those of you who have actually seen me you know stature us not my strong point. On a good day I stand 5'2.5" tall, and yes the .5 inch is important to me.
It's interesting to me how your dreams change throughout your life. Some dreams are crushed and others are simply traded in for new dreams. In college I was actually nicknamed "Dream Crusher" by Kari, a roommate. This is all due to the fact that I did actually crush her dream of working in construction (she wanted to hold the stop/slow sign on the side of the road during road construction) and having the federal government pay off student loans. By stating these road construction projects are actually contracted out and not directly completed by government employees. (She now works at a well-airconditioned office in Charleston, SC. She also is moving into a house, on the beach where the front porch faces the ocean. I believe I no longer should be call a Dream Crusher but my name should be changed to Life Director or something like that, I'm happy to take your suggestions.)
There are some dream crushers we all face in life...those people who don't really know you yet see a snapshot of your life and then crush your dream with one inconsiderate comment. Sometimes it doesn't even take that much, it can be a look or grade that send you back into reality and out of the world of dreams.
I recently asked my 4 year old niece what she wants to be when she grows up. She quickly responded by saying "A Sugar Cooker," to which her aunt said, "I don't know what that is, what would you do?" Of course the all knowing Tatiana was ready with a response. She would make sugar cookies and anything involving sugar...this is a great life to her and I wish I'd thought of it for myself (although I don't think I would make any money and would be literally eating all of my profits). I wonder what happens to that innocence though. What happens to us as we grow up that takes away the ambition to make the unrealistic reality?
I will be the first to admit this last year has been greater than I ever dreamed it would be and the unrealistic has become reality, but I wonder what keeps it from happening for other people. My roommate told me that sometimes people don't simply give up on their dreams, they trade them in for new ones. I hope this is true...I'd hate to live in a world void of dreamers and void of dreams coming true (that sounds like it came from a Disney Movie...everyone sing, "When you wish upon a star..."). So, I would like to know, what do you want to be when you "grow up"? What's keeping you from doing it now (given most of you are actually "grown up")? I'm sure there is some Dream Crusher out there who is dying to say, "She's just an idealistic 23 year old." I have a response for you, "Okay, how's your life going?"
I hope this has been interesting to more than just me. If not, I can start posting what I ate today if you'd prefer.
When I was a kid I wanted to be a professional basketball player. This dream was perpetuated when in late elementary school I played on a rec league basketball team and was chosen to the the center because I was the tallest person on the team. I was also later chosen to play catcher in softball due to my height. Yes, it's funny now given I haven't grown any taller since the 6th grade. Thus, my dreams were quickly crushed at a young age after realizing basketball players were tall, I was not and there wasn't much hope to be found in my gene pool. Still I hoped that I would triumph over the nature and be the exception to the genes my parents passed down to me. If I could say that this happened then it would be a miracle all its own, but for those of you who have actually seen me you know stature us not my strong point. On a good day I stand 5'2.5" tall, and yes the .5 inch is important to me.
It's interesting to me how your dreams change throughout your life. Some dreams are crushed and others are simply traded in for new dreams. In college I was actually nicknamed "Dream Crusher" by Kari, a roommate. This is all due to the fact that I did actually crush her dream of working in construction (she wanted to hold the stop/slow sign on the side of the road during road construction) and having the federal government pay off student loans. By stating these road construction projects are actually contracted out and not directly completed by government employees. (She now works at a well-airconditioned office in Charleston, SC. She also is moving into a house, on the beach where the front porch faces the ocean. I believe I no longer should be call a Dream Crusher but my name should be changed to Life Director or something like that, I'm happy to take your suggestions.)
There are some dream crushers we all face in life...those people who don't really know you yet see a snapshot of your life and then crush your dream with one inconsiderate comment. Sometimes it doesn't even take that much, it can be a look or grade that send you back into reality and out of the world of dreams.
I recently asked my 4 year old niece what she wants to be when she grows up. She quickly responded by saying "A Sugar Cooker," to which her aunt said, "I don't know what that is, what would you do?" Of course the all knowing Tatiana was ready with a response. She would make sugar cookies and anything involving sugar...this is a great life to her and I wish I'd thought of it for myself (although I don't think I would make any money and would be literally eating all of my profits). I wonder what happens to that innocence though. What happens to us as we grow up that takes away the ambition to make the unrealistic reality?
I will be the first to admit this last year has been greater than I ever dreamed it would be and the unrealistic has become reality, but I wonder what keeps it from happening for other people. My roommate told me that sometimes people don't simply give up on their dreams, they trade them in for new ones. I hope this is true...I'd hate to live in a world void of dreamers and void of dreams coming true (that sounds like it came from a Disney Movie...everyone sing, "When you wish upon a star..."). So, I would like to know, what do you want to be when you "grow up"? What's keeping you from doing it now (given most of you are actually "grown up")? I'm sure there is some Dream Crusher out there who is dying to say, "She's just an idealistic 23 year old." I have a response for you, "Okay, how's your life going?"
I hope this has been interesting to more than just me. If not, I can start posting what I ate today if you'd prefer.
posted by Becky at 8:37 AM
2 Comments:
OMG
Becky,
I would just like you to know that I was laughing out loud when I read about your dream of playing professional basketball. Sounds like life is great!!
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