Do you ever think back to your childhood and try to play back the movie of your young life through experienced eyes? I do it all the time — especially this time of year as high school seniors all over the world are graduating and preparing to embark on the next leg of their journeys. I think back to my high school days and wonder if I would do anything differently if afforded the chance to do it again.
Would I take Computer Science or Physics this time? I know for sure I’d probably take Home Economics and an Agriculture class. There are so many practical lessons I could’ve learned from Mrs. Bellamy and Mr. Johnson in their classes. Sure I can take a sewing class or learn how to garden as an adult, but I wonder how my life might be different if I had taken those two classes.
Truth be told, I never dreamed of becoming a farmer or a seamstress, but I certainly had lots of dreams — many of which have come to fruition, but I’m not done yet. When I think back to my humble beginnings in that little house on Jeff Davis Street, so much of my dream casting happened in a tiny bedroom at the front of the house. I believe that some of my dreams are still swirling around in there now — right within reach of another little dreamer who might be living there.
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. ~1 Corinthians 13:11
I remember my mother coming into my space sometimes to remind me to tidy up before company came, and my dreams were always at play. She admits that she always wondered who I would grow up to become. A hair stylist, a secretary, a teacher, or a writer? She likely believed that if anyone could do all those things, it would be me because I always lived out my dreams right before her eyes.
As time passed (and it always does), I put away all those toys associated with my dreams: dolls, toy typewriters, journals, and worksheets. At the same time, I put away those dreams of becoming anything I could imagine. Real talk? I think that’s where many of us get off course. We put away all those things associated with childhood, and we forget how important it is to dream. Imagine a world without dreamers. Would you be reading this post if it were not for dreamers?
Go as far as you can see – and when you get there, you’ll see even further.
There’s value in dreaming, and we should never stop, lest they die. As long as you are alive, choose to bring your dreams to life. You’re never too old or too late to reach up, grab hold of what’s swirling around you, and make that dream reality. We’re all waiting on you. May blessings abound! ❤
NOTE: Finish this series on Love. Read Part IV by clicking here.