My sister posted a great quote to Facebook today. “Don’t call it a dream. Call it a plan.”
I love that.
I’ve been a dreamer all my life. Even when I was little, I used to dream of what my life would be like, or perhaps I should say what it could be like. I imagined beaches and mountains and castles. I imagined swimming with orcas and meeting my favorite musicians and falling in love. I wrote it all out in the form of a novel (which should have been a clue right there that I was destined for something other than what I had in mind at the time).
Today, I’m still a dreamer. If you want to know what I dream about, just head on over to my personal Pinterest page. I still dream about oceans and mountains and castles. I still dream of all the places I haven’t seen and all the adventures I still want to have. I still dream of falling in love. I still dream of orcas and sunsets. I’ve also added a few new dreams. I dream of my own personal beach house. Or cabin in the woods. Or both. Preferably both. I dream of hiking and of enchanted forests.
Most importantly, however, I dream of happiness for my family. I dream of being able to renovate my parents’ house, to be able to replace their dishwasher and fix their faulty washer/dryer. I dream of giving my mother her dream swimming pool in the backyard. I dream that she’ll be able to quit her job and never have to work again.
I’m trying each and every day to turn those dreams into plans. Isn’t that the difference, after all? A plan is a dream put into action. My plan right now is to keep writing, and to try to publish and sell as many books as I can. I have a few events lined up for 2015, but I’m definitely looking for more.
I’ve heard that dreams are often hard to come by. That’s never been my problem. I have enough dreams to last me several lifetimes. What I need is a plan, a real plan. And I’m not sure I’m the best at making those. For now, all I have are words. Perhaps, that’s all I’ve ever had.