As I turned the pages, I embellished each one with what I considered to be pictures of my future. There was a dog, a career in teaching, and a bride dressed in all white— none of which are unique to my story. My dog, Ashley, required much more than we could ever give her at the time. I found a calling in business before I could complete my studies as an elementary education major in college. And I'm finding that the whole 'always a bridesmaid' role is not so bad after all. So much for those predictions from the second grade.
Now that I have reached my 30s, I've decided to take that same youthful approach from the second grade. It sounds a bit immature (pun intended), but so far this enthusiastic approach is working wonders. Only this time, my canvas is in the form of a computer that is virtually bound by a network of social platforms. My world is documented through popular sites like Twitter, Facebook, and Blogger. You will quickly discover that I am still "growing up" and slightly embellishing my world (I make myself fabulous all the time...do you blame me?).
I am not saying that a plan— harbored by financial, mental, and spiritual stability— is unnecessary. I'm simply implying that dreams are a lot more gratifying to paint.
Take out your crayon box: an instrument you've always wanted to play, a dance class you've put off taking, a trip around the world, or literally a box of crayons.
Color your world. Dream!
There is always room for error...and no one will hold it against you when you color outside of the lines.
When I grow up, I hope I am still dreaming.
Image source (Colored Pencils): Pixmac