I’ve always had big dreams. Always been a dreamer.
I used to get told off in class for whistling. I’d whistle when I was happy, whistle when I was thinking, whistle all the time, generally. And, apparently, people don’t like whistlers. Or so I was told. Repeatedly.
I come from a fairly relaxed, care-free, home, where we were allowed to be children, which meant being allowed to roam free, to explore, to play, to create, to think for ourselves.
My whistling became my first experience of being told not. And I didn’t like it. Not one bit. As my whistling was me and I didn’t like being told I couldn’t be me.
It didn’t seem constructive, this not. It seemed authoritarian for the sake of being authoritarian and so I’d find ways of getting around the not.
This attitude, I think, is what propelled me to follow the not. Wherever I found a not, I’d go in to it, rather than avoiding it. [Not that I was a problem child, far from it; my desire to follow the not and be a ‘good girl’ would entail all sorts of creative problem solving on my part!].
Fast forward a few decades…
You can’t go to London to study. You can’t start a business.
…..You can’t, you can’t, you can’t. You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t…..
It goes in one ear and out the other.
It’s made me a life-long dreamer.
Dreams as big as houses, cities, countries.
Dreams lost, dreams conquered, adventures had, lessons learned, life lived.
A lot more life to live.
I read somewhere the other day (on the four-hour work week guy’s blog somewhere, I think) that you should dream ten times bigger.
The logic being that if you dream ten times bigger, you’re bound to reach some of your dreams and it’ll propel you well on the way to the achievement of your Big Mother Dream.
I like the idea.
I’ve been dreaming Big this week.
Whistling to my heart’s content all the time.
[This is my response for Day 13 of Fab-ruary; list of prompts here]