All of us have dreams. Some become reality…and some stay in our imaginations forever.
Photography was a dream. And just that. AlthoughI was enthusiastic about it (and pretty good…I even taught 5th graders, which was a blast),I knew I’d never be a Brassai or Ansel Adams.
Then there was the dream of becoming a ballerina. No competition for Margot Fonteyn, because when I twirled and swirled, the result was not pretty…me passed out on the floor. (I had epilepsy, but that didn’t diminish my dream.)
But most of all, writing was my dream and it turned out to be my reality. A dream come true when I discovered that I could really write and survive.
The rest is happy history.
How about you? What have you dreamed — or achieved — beyond your wildest dreams?
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