One million and one dreams

Every now and again I get into one of those moods where I just want to dream and I am thankful for the friends that I have acquired over the years who in enable me to dream. With that being said, I have copiuous amounts of dreams and in a perfect world all of my dreams would come true.

In a perfect world me and my current boyfriend would get married, pack up and move to some quiet little suburb of Atlanta with a perfectly decorated house, have two boys and one daughter and I would be working as a social worker at the Department of Juvenile Justice while pursuing a law degree and co-owing a bakery with my best friend.

I don’t even remember when I began to dream so big. Perhaps it was because when I was younger, I was extremely blessed to have parents who would support my every dream. In fact my first dream was to have my own nail salon because I was 7 and enjoyed getting my nails done. I called it “Kayleigh’s Dazzling Nail Salon” and both my parents and grandparents would come into my nail salon and let me do their nails and pay me real money. I know I was 7 years old and was making 40$ giving the worlds most terrible mani pedi’s. I even recently tried to attempt this dream again during quarantine and lets just say I’ve gotten no better.

Years later down the road when I was 10 I decided that it was my dream to be a life guard… but I couldn’t even swim. I know, I was perhaps the most irrational 10 year old ever but i had parents as enablers and they enabled me to dream, and dream big. Therfore my mom searched day in and day out for swim lessons and she finnaly found some a couple counties over. She would drive me to swim lessons at 7 am every morning and stay there with me till around noon. Eventually, I got good. Good enough to start training to be a lifegaurd then I realized i had to be at least 16 to be a life gaurd and my 12 year old self was not capable of thinking that far into the future so I let the dream go. However, I still pride myself on the growth that i had during those times and still absoluely love swimming to this day.

Then there came a time period from around 12 up until about last year where I simply forgot to dream. I don’t know if it was because I became to busy or I simply just lost hope but I became so lost. I didn’t really know what I wanted from life because I had changed so drastically. I lost a lot of high school friends and started to drift into my own little world. I started to feel like a child who wanted to do everything, while doing nothing at all.

My dreams have become part of my character. I am not me without my dreams, even the seemingly unrealistic dreams that I may have. I am a supporter of dreams.

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