When I was a little girl, like, little, little, I wanted to go on an epic journey.
Like the one Miss Rumphius takes in her story.
Around the world. A journey of a hundred thousand miles.
And I would see the world and travel to many great places and meet many wonderful people.
My prayers every night included some for the orphans of the world and that maybe one day, I would be able to help them.
My prayers included one day being able to give back some of what had been given to me.
My belief in God as my salvation was strong growing up.
I'd wake to him every morning, invite him to stay with me throughout the day and watch as his majesty was thrust upon me in so many wonderful ways.
When I was little, like a teenager little, I still dreamed in bright colors but realized that bringing those dreams to fruition would not be as easy as I had originally planned. They cost money and you'd never want to travel alone, and sometimes your dreams are just that, dreams you can never realize but that propel you forward in your pursuit.
When I was 21, I realized one big dream. I finished my bachelors. When I was 22, I realized a second, and finished my masters.
Fulfilling dreams is EMPOWERING. Like, change your life empowering.
Then.
My dreams stalled.
They fell to the wayside and life started happening. 8 years later, I am still trying to figure out where they went and why I stopped caring about them. I have a strong suspicion that God has hand in that.
That old, never more than you can handle idea.
BRB :)
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