My Space

Once upon a time, more than half a century ago, there lived a little girl who daydreamed a lot. Her dreams were always about  growing up, becoming a teacher, getting married, having four children and living happily ever after. I still have memories of that child that I once was but I also know that it was without regret, that I relinquished most of those dreams a long time ago.

I did go on to become a teacher. That burning desire stayed alive in me for the better part of the last five decades but now even that is but an old flame, one that has been fondly kissed goodbye. I can sense the dreams that I gave form to over the years, dissipate behind me. But then, I have stopped looking over my shoulder. Don't get me wrong! There is immense love and gratitude for all the people and things that were part of my past, for they shaped who I am and indeed I carry them all in me. 

Yet, I stand at a new threshold in life, and though I choose to be firmly focused, looking ahead, I find myself thinking of that little girl from the past, a bit wistfully. In truth, the only thing that I would have her give me, is her astounding ability to daydream. A skill that I lost along the way. There's something about being able to abandon oneself in the wispy, wonderful world of imagination, to dance among words yet unwritten and shadows yet uncast. To splash thoughts onto the tapestry of screens and watch them come alive, in whichever way they will. To be in my space where I am the thinker, the creator and where I am just me.