Making your dreams come true is an exceptionally important thing to do.
Do you know the childish imp,
Whose job it is to catch some shrimp,
Who ties his boat up to the dock,
In hopes, the other kids won’t mock...?
“One day I will show them,
I will show them all this,
My hard work will pay off,
And I will be rich.
I will work after school.
I will work after play.
I will keep my head up throughout the day.
My mother will be proud of me,
My father will be too.
I will remain steadfast,
Making my dreams come true.”
In my last article, I shared the unfortunate event that took place in September of 2020 following the death of my mother. That “event” caused me not only to pull my net out of the gulf coast waters, but also pack up my flip flops, beach towel, bathing suit, (and everything I could get my hands on), and high tail it to the solid ground of Northeast Ohio.
For nearly four months, I remained a floundering fish...I was conflicted about where I wished to live and work. I interviewed for local employment, accepted a well-paying position, twice, and both times withdrew my acceptance. I was in no shape to take on the most basic of responsibilities, or at least that’s what I was telling myself.
I had conversations with anyone that would listen to me about my plight (to the point of their exhaustion), leaving both myself and my listeners completely frustrated. I asked for their opinions and pleaded for an answer, but the fact remained that if there were to be one...it would have to come from within.
Finally, it was with the assistance of two loving friends who helped to pack my things...that I tippy-toed my way back to Florida. And, although, initially, I left somewhat kicking and screaming, I managed to set aside my trepidation, fear, anxiety, and lots and lots of tears in pursuit of my passion!
Alas, I am here...Each day is getting better, and better...and more fulfilling! I’m not simply getting out of bed, I am leaping out. I am enjoying the sunshine, the surf, and the sand. I am walking with my four-legged pal, working out, taking drives, and flea marketing. I am capturing beautiful photos. I am back to writing. I am inspired. And, most importantly, I am safe.
Pursuing your passion...Whether you are starting over, staying on track, falling off the path, or rebuilding a new and improved version of yourself, I hope you will be reminded of the importance of casting your line, dipping your net into the water, and bringing up that spectacular catch (even if you are afraid). I will do the same.
PS. Thank you for the love and the lifejacket, Cheryl and Shirley. I appreciate the push!
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