| Current mood: |  okay |
| Current music: | If Tomorrow Never Comes-Garth Brooks |
Dreams
I don't mean the kind that come at night. I rarely have those. And when I do, they are nightmares.
I mean the dreams of youth. The ones we believed when we were younger. Somethings were aboslute! I was going to be an actress, and an author. I didn't know if I'd ever marry, or have children; but I was sure if I did, I would stay married forever. The dreams of a child. I had hopes, even while poor, misunderstood and often sick.
None of those hopes came true. Instead, I married young, went to nursing school, had my first daughter, when to College, got a BA, had my second daughter, and got divorced. Now, I'm disabled, and live with my husband and my two daughters from my first marriage.
But, although it is hard (and it is) the dreams don't have to be gone. I can write. I do it all the time in journals. So why can't I do it elsewhere. I finished a novel by hand. But the typing process (and editing while typing) is getting so hard.
I plan to keep trying. I'll tryi and until I'm dead. And goddess only knows what I'll do then.
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