Living each day much muchier
There are people who put their dreams in a little box and say, “Yes, I’ve got dreams, of course, I’ve got dreams.” Then they put the box away and bring it out once in a while to look in it, and yep, they’re still there.
Sometimes we put our dreams back into a box because we don’t really believe them possible. Writing a book was… well … is one such dream for me. It seemed quite a possibility when I was younger and I even wrote a song about it that started
‘They say that you mustn’t end up on the shelf
but I can’t think of anything else
I’d rather do with my life
than to see my name there.”
…but in actual fact, I haven’t written fiction in years. I put the dream back into its box in order to live a more mainstream life because I needed to come back to and live in reality with everyone else. I don’t know when precisely I internalised that belief, but even now it’s quite strong. Every now and then I pull out the box, unwrap that dream tenderly and say ‘yes I’ll write a book one day’.
Then I doubt myself, wrap it back up in nostalgia like a precious ornament …and I put the box away.