...pour myself a cup of ambition
Friday, May 2, 2008
Stumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen...
Posted by Mama at 7:01 AM 3 comments
Labels: job, school, volunteering
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Tell me whatcha want, whatcha really really waaaant...
I love the song Dream Big. I found it on a couple's blog - they are trying to adopt and from all the looks of it, will just make wonderful parents. Kudos to them. Since I heard it there, I've added it to my own playlist and am starting to think of it as my anthem. Anthem of the month that is. I'm fickle - I know it will change.
Anyhoo - I like the message of the song that you can dream big things. Really - for the most part, what does it hurt to dream big?
Sometimes, living life and being productive hinders you from pursuing your own dreams. College loans and marriage and kids and health issues and spouse concerns and job struggles sometimes cause us to adjust our dreams and plans a smidge. And frankly, that's as it should be. If we all did exactly what we wanted all the time, we'd not only be selfish, but we'd be denying ourselves the right to a mid-life crisis.
Most of us haven't dreamt anything huge since we were little. I was thinking back today on what I thought my life would be when I was older - and what I thought I'd be doing. I've been thinking about my 12-(or so) year-old-self's dream life.
I thought I'd be a concert pianist - or some type of musical performer.
I thought my husband would dote on me and treat me like a queen and I'd be the envy of all my friends.
I believed I'd have this fabulous musical career in the evening, after tucking my gorgeous and well-mannered (and slightly above-average) children into bed every night. Their father would read in the study while I counted the standing ovations.
I imagined I'd be a philanthropist of some sort. I'd use all my gobs of money to help others.
I thought I'd have a nanny. (And I hoped she wouldn't woo my husband while he was reading in the study during my ovations!)
Remembering what I wanted when I was a child, I realize, goshdarnit, I have a lot of it!! I'm not a musical performer, but it didn't take me long to know I did NOT want that! ARGH - what was I thinking? It's not all Liberace and Celine Dion. It's a lot of nightclubs and smoke in your face.
I have a fab husband and great kids. I'm living the dream there. There's no study - but we DO have bookshelves from IKEA and a pool table. Close enough.
I don't write cardboard checks out to universities and have hospital wings named after me, but I do volunteer. Right now, it's just people in my ward and at my children's school, but I am using my time to help make others feel glad. And that's very right for me.
I don't have a nanny, but I do watch Super Nanny.
I'll try to think of other ambitions I had as a child and see if they've come to fruition. So many are stuffed deep down, it's hard to remember, really. But all in all, it's a good life with a lot of "dreams come true." You? What were your hopes and wishes as a kid?
Posted by Mama at 10:19 AM 7 comments
Labels: aspirations, childhood, family, kids, volunteering