Confessions of a Dreamer

I'm a dreamer. There, I said it; I didn't just put it in print; I spoke it out loud, as if I were confessing it at some Dreamers Anonymous support group meeting. I'm not sure when or how I learned that there should be shame associated with that fact, but somewhere along the journey of my life I learned to tone it down a bit and not share all of the ideas that enthusiastically and spontaneously jump into my heart. But today, I thought about how my stifling of my dreams has suffocated my joy, and I find myself longing to dream big again, desperate for exciting sleepless nights and early morning inspiration. Oh to be free to see the potential of a situation instead of being ultra aware of the reality of it... So today, I have given myself permission to be me again, to be the me that some people ridicule and mock. I'm giving the realists in my life fair warning. The dreamer in me is being set free, and with that there will be no shame. You can keep your eyes fixed on the reality of the problem, but I choose to see the potential that is awaiting discovery!