Day Fourteen

Technically it hasn't been only two weeks since I started writing. I also have a lost entry floating somewhere around my husband's computer. But it's a cool milestone.

Today I am celebrating;

Dreaming

One of my favourite 'blogs' (and I've mentioned it before) is called 'Heart to Heart with Holley.' Yesterday I read a post about dreaming, and how as we grow older it becomes more and more difficult to dream, mostly due to the blockers we put up around ourselves to keep us safe. The problem is, it's completely true. I'm still young. I've only been an adult for a few years, and married just under a year. I want to dream. I miss the days were I would just sit and dream. Now it seems as if there are so many things that get put in the way of dreaming. (I also include spending time with God in with dreaming, because I don't do enough of that either.)

The problem I find is that in our world dreaming takes so little precidence. Even when we do dream, I find so few people are willing to embrace eachother's dreams and celebrate with them. Maybe in part that's the reason behind this blog. I find too often we're unwilling to join eachother in celebration. I'm no less guilty than the rest. I crush my husband's dreams so often, just with a single cutting word, or a lack of interest. It's terrible, really.

I am gradating. I've spent four years working to finish my degree, and even though I'm not graduating as I had planned (but am as in God's plans), it's still an end. And as I should be, I am very excited. I've dreamed about this for so long, and soon I'll be crossing one more dream off my list. My SILs are all either pregnant, or already have a child (or both). Everyone is excited and celebrating and talk talk talking about babies babies babies. I am excited too. But my siblings are all younger then I am, and none of us are planning on having children any time soon. So I am excited for their celebrations. But my excitement wanes when noone stops to ask how my celebrations are coming. If I'm excited for the day, and showing off my home to my parents. How the packing is coming for our move to a new city, and more school. How my writing and photos have been coming as I practise in advance for three years of Journalism.

I'm still excited for them. And I love joining in on their celebrations. I just want them to join in with mine. Maybe we could all use a healthy dose of dreaming, and celebrating eachother's dreams.