Growing into Adulthood

Remember, when as a little kid, you could wake up one morning and announce to your parents that you'd decided you would one day be a firefighter, and it was just as enduring as it had been the week before when you were adamant about becoming a doctor?  This is normal.  Expected, really. And even still, there was nothing wrong with you choosing to nix both of these career paths to dream of living as an artist a month later.  I've always been a dreamer.  I like reflecting and wondering what I could become.  I enjoy the fluidity of aspiration.  It's the concept of finality, that this particular manner of dreaming in my life, at least in regards to a career path, is nearing its end that is so strange to me.

I know that there will be joy in finding a place to settle into.  It's just accepting this realization of moving into a new chapter of life adventures.

I suppose I'll grow into reality-- and what new dreams can be found beyond.

But until then...

“You seemed so far away," Miss Honey whispered, awestruck.

"Oh, I was. I was flying past the stars on silver wings," Matilda said. "It was wonderful.” 

― Roald Dahl, Matilda

May we never lose our ability to dream of something more.