Big Beautiful Dreams

Sometimes in the quiet moments I glaze my eyes over and meditate on motherhood and the role it has played in my life, and the role it continues to play in how my career is unfolding–

I’m a mother now of two little girls. I help them navigate the world; I listen to their tiny voices describing big beautiful dreams.

I think of my life that came before being a mother, and my own dreams: My whole life I have wanted to create a children’s book.  It’s the only thing I’ve ever really known for certain.  Under the dust, under the mess, under the twists and tangles of growing older, this dream has always been there like a smooth warm sone.  It’s a dream that I have carried with me since childhood, and now that I have these two children of my own, I have begun to realize how important it is for me to follow this dream through to its completion.  We are daughters, we are wives, we are mothers.  But first, we are girls, and we are women, and our dreams are big like the sunrise.

Setting an example, and holding myself accountable to the completion of my own dreams is one of the most looming challenges I’ve faced as a mother.  Often I wake up and am filled with dread and doubt that I can live up to my own expectations of myself.  But I want my girls to grow into the best versions of themselves.  I don’t want them to give up their deepest hopes and dreams, but how can I expect this of them if I’m not demonstrating that drive and determination myself as their mother?

It is my goal to nourish my dream that I’ve had since childhood, and It is my goal to have my girls learn by example; I will not stand the thought of them tucking their dreams into drawers.

Come out of your shell.  There are a million reasons not to.  The rain is sharp and cold and wet.

There are a million reason not to.  It is dark.  You cannot see clearly.

There are a million reasons not to.

But the world is big and beautiful.  It is waiting for your trail.   It is waiting for you.

Come out.   Come out now.   Do not wait another day.