For many years I dared not dream.
Achievement was striving to attain a raise.
To feed my kids.
To buy a house.
To pay the bills.
Success was a paycheck.
Success was a full tank.
Success was contentment in what I was supposed to do.
Until I woke up and realized that my reality was an endless checklist of tasks
Helping someone to achieve their dreams.
Then.
I.
Realized.
I could have meaningful.
I could have extraordinary.
I could have magic.
But only if I allowed myself to dream.
So I did.
Rejection letter after rejection letter after rejection letter…for years…I still dreamed.
And hoped.
And prayed.
And worked.
Until the day came when I would no longer be
The girl who did not dare dream.
I became…
The woman who was a girl that would someday be
The librarian of an elementary school library.