"Play that song again mummy", she said. And so we did. Again, and again, and again. But then, on the umpteenth rendition, the lyrics sang to me as if for the first time.
I've got a dream. It's a song from Tangled, the Disney version of Rapunzel, in which all kinds of unlikely creatures from the underworld sing about their much more virtuous dreams. One dreams of being a concert pianist, another of falling in love and another about collecting ceramic unicorns. They all have dreams.
And that's when it struck me: what's my dream?
As a teenager and early adult I had all kinds of dreams. But I have either achieved these or they have faded into the mists of un-achievability and the realities of adult life. Children are encouraged to dream, to aim for the stars. When you're young anything is achievable.
But what about as adults? I've been feeling lost for perhaps the last 10 years, and these feelings of aimlessly trudging through life have intensified since I had my children and stopped working. Perhaps this is because I don't have a dream, and haven't for a long time? I don't have anything that ignites fire in my belly, gets me excited, or fills me with ambition.
So that's what I'm going to work on: find a dream or two (or ten!) to give my directionless amble through life a bit of a kick in the derriere and to act as an upper to all the downers of everyday adult life.
So, dear Moodscopers, shall we share our dreams and get some passion spreading through the blog comment walls? I'd love to hear what dreams you have.
I'll start us off: one day I would dearly, dearly love to run a marathon. And, once my kids are at school, I'd also love to find a job that truly helps people.
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