Too Old to Have Dream?

I still have dreams. I’m 62 years old and I’m not afraid to tell you I still have dreams.

I’m not talking about waking up in the morning and recounting a fanciful tale of a meeting with a famous person, a visitation with a long lost relative, or times spent inside the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory. I’m talking about aspirations, goals, plans, and still trying to figure out who I want to be when I grow up. 😊

Dreams are incredibly important. I was not one of those children whose healthy parents fanned or encouraged my outlandish juvenile ideas. You have to start with healthy parents, and my ride through childhood didn’t provide me a set of those.

While attending a comedy show last night, the comedian started asking audience members to share their dreams. Who did they think they would be when they grew up? I couldn’t believe how hard it was for people to share that detail.

Some people in the audience related that they were too old to have dreams. How incredibly sad. Either they had been beaten down by this life or someone along the way forgot to tell them that having dreams are some of the best ways to motivate yourself to get up each day and move forward.

What are your dreams? What are you holding onto that is drawing you forward? If someone steals your dreams, they steal your future. Hold onto your dreams, and keep trying, keep pushing, and keep believing. All things are possible. 💚