Dream a big dream.
Dream something exquisite, creative, kind, beautiful.
Once in a while, I sort of evaluate the status of my goals in life.
Where am I and where do I want to be?
Back in journalism days, I recall meeting city planners with all their maps of this and that, where new businesses would locate, the future home of thus and so and so forth.
So when I think about a dream, it seems to me a plan is in order, because it also seems that a dream without a plan is fruitless.
Like shopping without a list and purpose could get expensive, I think of the many dreams I could put on paper and how they must be written down or they may not happen.
Here are a few of my dreams:
To stay open for God to use me as He sees fit in His church.
To spoil my parents because that is what they deserve.
To make blankets and art for my children and grandchildren. To make sure they know I love them always.
To take many trips with my bestie.
To finish writing my fiction book, if for nothing else, to entertain my grandchildren.
To write a non-fiction sequel to my first book. And maybe someday get a YouTube channel going. Will see.
To get a selfie near a sunflower field with sunflowers taller than me.
To visit a winery and do grape stomping with my feet.
To really learn to play the piano well, as well as get another guitar and learn to play it well and write songs. There is a smaller guitar at a local music shop that I have had my eye on for a very long while. I feel like it will be mine one day for sure. (Save and plan lol.)
To write something of substance that would bring peace to the world.
And more dreams than I can write here.