There are little dreams - like imagining all the lights on the way to work will be green so you don't get a nasty look from your boss.
There are big dreams - like one day owning your very own Kitchenaid mixer without having to get married, just so you can register for gifts.
Then there are the uber-dreams - like the kind where you are someone who can sing. And by sing, I do not mean pretend you are Madonna in the car.
I'm talking about the kind of singer who gives you chills. The kind who doesn't need synthesizers to sound good. The kind that is brave enough to stand up in front of as many people who are willing to listen, belt it out and be met with cheers.
It's not that I lack the bravery (just ask all the friends I coaxed into talent shows over the course of my life), but I actually lack the talent. (Poop)
And ain't that just the kick sometimes? There are dreams you can do something about (like find friends who have spouses who work at Whirlpool and can cut you a discount) and there are dreams that will always elude you.
And I gotta say - that makes it absolutely essential to do everything you can do make the possible dreams come true.
Oh yeah, if you're done listening to my little droning - check out some real singers.
3 comments:
Possible or impossible, I hope all your dreams come true.
By the way, you can sing better than I can so, at least to me, you're a great singer!
And both of you can sing better than me. Not to make this about me, but I've had one of the guys in the band ask me to stop clapping along, it was throwing everyone else off. Sigh.
Okay fine, I'm a better hand clapper than my father.
Hey steve - just 'cause you can't clap, doesn't mean you can't have a band - you remember that!
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