I am a dreamer. I am an idealist. I aspire to be the best I can be. Some people think that dreamers have their heads in the clouds and do not have rational thoughts of the future. They say we dream of the impossible and will only set ourselves up for disappointment. I beg to differ...
I am living proof that dreamers can reach for the stars and bring them home. Dreamers have a vision of who and how they want to be. They can dream a plan of action and then put that plan in motion. If they are hungry enough they will do what is necessary to realize that dream. Dreamers are not wishy washy. They want the best and spend their lives trying to achieve it. I believe I can change my destiny. I believe that any obstacle is a challenge that can and will be overcome. I believe that when life throws you a curveball you can still swing for the fences.
I have been doing a lot of reflecting the past couple of months. Searching my soul for who I was, but not who I am. My heart is pulling my dreams into new directions. Today I am no longer asking why my history is the way it was, but I ask myself how my future will be. This is a huge change for me. I feel like I am releasing some chains that have been holding me down for years. Instead of blaming the past for who I am, I am looking to the future to define who I want to be.
I have so many dreams...running the Boston Marathon, someday owning a little beach house where I can hear the ocean waves crash day and night, watching my girls grow up and follow their dreams. Some may say these dreams are not possible. They may say I am not strong enough to run Boston. They may say that I will never be able to afford my seaside home. They may say that MS will not allow me to to grow old and watch my children reach for the stars. Let them say what they may. Many told me I could not or should not run my race this past weekend. They doubted whether it could be done. Sometimes I doubted myself. That doubt gave way to will and determination. It showed me that no one could tell me if I could follow my dream. This weekend I had the best run of my life. Not because it was easy. Not because I achieved a personal record (PR). It was the best run of my life because it was my dream, and I ran it down.
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.