I have dreams in life. Just like everybody else.
I have things I want to accomplish.
I have dreams of one day owning my own home. Being able to call it mine, ours. Not having to move again. Be able to do what I wish with the house. Settle and live.
I have dreams of getting rid of my debt and not having anxiety about how I am going to pay all the bills.
I have dreams of being successful and happy with what I do. I have always wanted to work in a flower shop and be creative. I love being creative in general and wish I could use those talents to support my family.
I have dreams about getting some sort of college degree, just to know I did it.
I love to write. I always wanted to be a newpaper columnist or write for a magazine.
I love taking pictures!
I feel like a failure most days. I know, I know, I take care of my girls and that is not failing.
I need more. I need a bigger purpose, I have so much to share and offer.
As much as I see myself as unique, I don’t stand out at all.
I often wonder if the days are going to continue to go by and I continue to accept that my dreams and wants and desires are never going to come to fruitition.
I need something big. I need something great to save me. Give me hope. Give me reason to believe that when the time is right, some of my dreams will come true.