Happy Monday! This past week, I had the opportunity to speak with my BFF from undergrad. (She doesn’t know I’m writing this post based on our convo; I’ll probably send her a text to give her a heads up!) We were discussing our lives and where we are, personally moreso than professionally. She’s been married for about a year and a half and she and her husband just became home owners. We’re both members of the same organization and talked about how we’re both “taking a break” (for various reasons). I was telling her how I’m not where I thought I would be at this point in my life, and she was telling me how she never thought about any of the things that she now has. I thought I would be married with at least one kid and be an ADA or prosecutor somewhere in the South-She didn’t think she would be married or living in the Northeast. This sort of led me to thinking what’s the purpose of dreaming.
Growing up I dreamt of most things a little girl does-meeting my Prince Charming, getting married, having kids, living in a home with a “white picket fence”, and living happily ever after. I wanted to go to law school and become this great attorney. Yeah, easier said than done. As I’ve gotten older, my dreams have changed. They’ve become a little more sophisticated in some ways and some may have become a little more self-involved. I’ve sort of become a little nonchalant about some things as I’ve gotten older. While I no longer have a desire to be an attorney, I would still like those dreams of having a family to come to fruition, but sometimes I have this voice in my head that tells me, “It’s not gonna happen.”
So, what’s the point of dreaming? And where do we come up with these dreams? Are they based on what we see, people we know, what we think is society’s norm? Are you where you thought you would be at this point in your life, whether it’s professionally, personally, or even the city in which you live? Until next time, I’m just a Southern girl…in the city.
No, I’m not anywhere near where I thought I would be. Part of the dreams I had for myself came from other people’s expectations, whether those other people were people I knew personally or society in general. Most of these “dreams” have fallen by the wayside, as they were meant to. The purpose of dreaming is to get you moving in some direction. If you find out it isn’t for you, at least you know more about what is for you, even if it’s only eliminating possibilities. Having dreams and goals keeps you from getting stagnant, gives you something to continue to look forward to, gives your life a focus before it has a real purpose, then gives your purpose a plan once you figure out your purpose is. At least, that’s my two cents. No, I’m not where I dreamed I would be, but that doesn’t mean I won’t ever be there.
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