This Sunday, I heard a children’s story about not giving up on your dreams. It was cute and motivating as all good children’s books should be, but also, I think, a tad misleading.
For instance, once you hit a certain age, say 37, for example, there are certain dreams you just have to give up on.
- Being taller. I THINK I’m done growing vertically. Since I’m also a klutz, I can’t even wear shoes to make me taller, so I have got to learn to embrace the tiny.
- Becoming a dancer, not that it was ever a real dream, but when I look at people who can dance, it seems like it would have been fun to do.
- Performing on Broadway. Sigh. This WAS a real dream. There are probably some who read this who could argue that it still COULD happen, but we all know better. That ship has sailed. Maybe in the next life.
- Staring opposite Robert Pattinson. Sadly, this is as close as the dream will get:
- Being tone. I like junk food too much.
- Finding Prince Charming. Did you know he only exists in Fairy Tales? I know! I didn’t have a clue either!
- Writing a best selling novel…you know what? This one, I’m not giving up on.
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