(Image via Ditte Isager for Bloomingdales)
Don't be afraid to dream big
and to follow your dreams
wherever they may lead you.
Open your eyes to their beauty;
open your mind to their magic;
open your heart to their possibilities.
Julie Anne Ford
I dream of so many things.
I dream of owning a big, rambling old home in the English countryside, where I can write books. When I’m not writing I can grow herbs and forage for mushrooms, keep chickens and ride horses, and never once worry about drought.
I dream of becoming a baking queen, making cupcakes, shortcake, French-style bread and cookies every day, and never getting fat.
I dream that one of my books will overnight become a phenomenon of Harry Potter standards, so I can quit my day job and spend the rest of my working life creating worlds and peopling them with marvelous characters.
I dream of taking a whole year off, or maybe two, and exploring the world, digging literally and figuratively for the answers to ancient mysteries, learning new cultures and languages, making new friends.
I dream of moving back to New York, even though I know New York will have moved on without me, and it could never be the same, just as Sydney had moved on without me when I returned to it last year.
So I dream of finding a place that once again feels like home and, when I do, building a community there.
And I have another little dream, but that’s secret for now.
What are your dreams?
