It was a perfect summer morning. Clear blue sky. Gentle breeze. So quiet that the only other sound was that of birds singing. It doesn’t get much better than this.
I’d already gone for my morning run. I thought about how I planned to get some writing done after breakfast. Then there was a great book waiting for me on the table. Later, I’d be able to relax on the couch and watch the Yankees game.
This was the life I’d envisioned when I’d moved to Maine. I was living the dream.
Except I wasn’t.
A big part of the dream was missing.
I moved to Maine with J fifteen years ago, and the plan was to raise a family at The House on the Hill. I’d finally have the idyllic family life I’d dreamed about for so long.
But J and I got divorced before we had a chance to start a family.
So now as I sit here on the porch, tapping away on my laptop, I know life is good, but it’s not perfect.
Part of me is bothered by that, while another part of me remembers how my stepmother always demanded perfection from me.
Bonus points to any readers who caught the witty Easter Egg in that last sentence.
If you visit this blog’s About page, you will find the trailers for the two feature films made from my screenplays. One of those films is called A Perfect Life.
Anyway, back to that about which I was waxing philosophical…
Sometimes, you just need to rewrite the dream. It doesn’t mean you’re a failure for not achieving the original one, but rather, that you adapted as you evolved, life happened, and your needs changed.
After all, my original dream was to join the Rebel Alliance, become a Jedi Knight, and free the galaxy from the tyrannical reign of the Empire.
Some dreams are impossible to achieve, but that doesn’t mean you should ever stop dreaming. Search your feelings, and you’ll realize I am right.
That’s what I’m doing now. I’m coming up with a new dream, and I intend to chase after it with the ferocity of a Jedi attacking the Death Star.
Fifteen years ago, I was trapped in six lane rush hour traffic and choking on smog in Southern California.
My dream then was to make it home alive, and one day move to Maine.
As I sit here on my front porch, breathing in the fresh Maine air, I’m excited at the prospect of rewriting my dream and working on making it a reality…
So what’s your dream? Are you doing everything you can to achieve it?