He describes dreaming his future as a young man – what he might become, a writer, an opera singer, a father of six or seven…and he wonders how he got where he is today, thirty years later - that it wasn’t among his dreams or plans or even expectations. And then he says my favorite line “…I shifted right, then left, then right again, and I landed exactly where I wish I had dreamed I would be today.”
I’ve thought about those words so often since – today again, which is the reason I’m blogging about them. I know that these are not just words to James. He means them. He is describing his contentment with where life has led him - that he couldn't have dreamed it better.
How many of us can say we are where we dreamed we would be, let alone, that it’s even better? Aren’t most of us forever chasing dreams, one right after another - so much so that we don’t even recognize when we’re in a good place?
James’ words came back to me just this morning as I sat drinking coffee and looking through my latest Southern Living Magazine. As I read an article on the North Carolina coasts, I found myself dreaming of living on the coast and having my coffee each morning as I walk on the beach.
That’s when his words hit me again…
What is my dream anyway? One minute I’m dreaming about living on the coast, the next I want to live in the country and have a garden and chickens, and then I’m wishing I lived in a big city, close to fine restaurants and the theater. And yes, I’ve even dreamed of living in the mountains in a beautiful log cabin near a brook.
How fickle am I? It’s no wonder I have a hard time saying I’m where I dreamed I would be. But in reality, I can’t say otherwise. I’m blessed. I have good health. I have a good job. I am fortunate to live everyday with the man who owns my heart. I love my home, adore my children and have the best friends in the world.
While I probably could have said it better, I surely couldn’t have dreamed it better.
Thanks, James, for the words…