Everyone has that one day that they dream of–their wedding day or the birth of their first child, maybe even prom–but what happens when you have done all those things? Did you stop dreaming or did your dream change?
I used to dream of all those things. My wedding wasn’t exactly everything I once dreamed of, but it was everything I wanted for the day. I didn’t go to prom because I didn’t go to a school that allowed dancing. I had my first children at a young age. I chased all my dreams and completed them.
There are some I would like to do again, like the wedding, but not because they were wrong in the first place. It’s simply because they were so much fun and I thought of new things to add to some of those dreams after they were done. (Doesn’t everyone?)
Now, I have discovered my dreams have changed. In this house full of testosterone, teenage (and preteenage) angst, and a preschooler trying to fit in with his older siblings I have developed a new dream, one needing realization with urgency. A dream day that would restore my calm; my sanity; my inner peace.
I want to sleep in, undisturbed, knowing that my family is having a blast of fun elsewhere.
I want to forget about breakfast, coddling to hungry demands for food, and just sit and write. I want to write for hours, until my muse is exhausted.
Then, I want to scrub my house, reveling in the fact that it will stay clean for longer than 5 minutes. I want to soak in my freshly cleaned Jacuzzi until my skin threatens mutiny and I have finished that book I started 2 months ago and never got a chance to read.
I want to call up my best girlfriends and meet up with them for some coffee and laughter, enjoying that I don’t need to find someone to watch a child or two for me. I could enjoy the freedom of getting in my car and going wherever I chose, put the radio on whatever channel I wanted, and sing as loudly as I could, with the windows down and the wind whipping my ponytail against my neck. I could chose to enjoy a meal wherever I wanted, free of worry from diabetes and picky children.
When I returned home, I would relax in my big easy chair and fall fast asleep.
This is what my dream day looks like. Does it look anything like yours?