Dream a Little Dream
I just read a story “Minnie Mouse High Heels and Pajamas” by Haley Hobson on Positively Positive that really struck a chord with me. It’s about a six year old girl who wanted to wear pajamas and her Minnie Mouse high-heeled shoes to her birthday party. When her mother said no, she started crying hysterically. Her mother, concerned, asked why she was crying. She replied that she dreamt all night of wearing this night gown with high heeled shoes and a crown because she wanted to be beautiful for her party. The mother felt bad, after all, who was she to squash her dream.
It reminded me of when I was a young girl in grade seven. I wanted to sing and joined the school choir only to be told by the teacher to just hum along because I didn’t know how to sing. At 11, I was embarrassed and humiliated, quit the choir and never sang again in front of anybody until I was over the age of fifty.
Fast forward 48 years. One of my dear friends sang in a ladies choir and wanted me to join, but I couldn’t because I still felt I didn’t know how. She finally persuaded me to meet with Colleen Whidden, the choir director. Whidden was doing her Masters thesis on “Why Do Canadian Adults Think They Can’t Sing.” I became one of the lab rats. I had five voice lessons with her and in the end I had the courage to ask if I could join the choir. When I told my mother I was going to join she laughed, and said “but you can’t sing.” Imagine how I felt. I DID join the choir, “She’s Up2Something,” and had a grand time singing and performing with them for seven years. Our year end performances got more elaborate as the years went by and in my last year I actually sang on stage with only five other women. Talk about putting yourself out there…but it is one of the highlights in my life.
My point is…it can be very damaging to a person at any age when your dream is squashed by naysayers. It sends the meaning that you don’t know what’s good for you, and when told you can’t do something, you ask yourself, what’s wrong with me, am I not smart enough, am I stupid, what? Eventually, you are afraid to have aspirations for the fear of failing at something that you have dreamed of doing. You dream of doing something, and then follow up with a list of reasons why this dream is unachievable. It’s too much work, I can’t afford it, what if people laugh, what if I fail, what if… But really, the only limits you truly experience are those you create yourself or allow others to place on you.
I have always been a dreamer. I have been ridiculed and laughed at so many times for some of the dreams I’ve had, I have now learned to either ignore those laughing or just keep them to myself. Why do they laugh, because to others my dreams were over the top, unachievable. But they weren’t for me. I am persistent, for some reason, and I just keep on dreaming.
One of my big dreams was to marry a good man and live happily ever after. Guess what, it happened (just by chance)…and I am living my best life ever. I still have dreams to this day. I always dreamed of travelling and now my husband and I go somewhere every other year. Currently, I am in the process of reinventing myself, another dream that to some is unachievable. I started this blog, I am in the process of learning all about the freelance writing business and I am becoming a pretty good photographer.
And there’s more. My next big dream is to live in France for extended periods of time.
Walt Disney said “All our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them.”