“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
A writer. I would say. Grinning, missing some front teeth.
The asker of the question didn’t reply. They would just turn to the nearest adult and say, ‘Oh, it’s just a dream.’
My heart would sink. It’s not just a dream. That’s what I wanted to be. After a teacher and before a firefighter. Now, it’s at the top of my list. I want to be a writer. These adults deemed dreams as an obscene prospect that will not happen. An item of night time wonder and thought escape. It’s one train of thought, that I see more often that I would like. And eventually I even stopped telling people I wanted to be a writer, until this blog in fact. For which I am very grateful for. Now, I see dreams as the most delectable outcome for your life. A very attainable, reachable possibility. Which personally, I will be chasing and eventually catching, one word at a time. My, I might even pull out the butterfly net.
Writing and Photo by Alecia Writes
4 thoughts on “The Peculiar Chronicles ~ A Delectable Outcome”
Alicia, you expressed exactly the way I felt for the first 15 years of my life. I can’t believe how perfectly you put it, all in a paragraph. Thanks for sharing!
Thank-you Kim-Lee! Your comment has made my day!
I think a lot of creative people are faced with this. Good on you to keep writing.
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