Dreams are not a one-size fit all, while there might be one that is held onto from childhood, in reality different dreams fit different stages of life. The childhood dream of being an astronaut was replaced by the more earthbound airline pilot. Not to tell my age, but at the time of those dreams, they were men only clubs. Since they were not achievable given the time and circumstances, they were put aside as unrealistic. Adult dreams of a college degree, family, and job were achieved to some degree. Others yielded to the pragmatism of caregiving.
I am hesitant to reveal my latest--and biggest--dream, to become a published author. Deep down there was the qualification of "New York Times Best-Selling author," to be published by one of the big New York Five. Luck can be as important in achieving a dream as talent. The right person at the right time gets the foot into the door, which is needed because talent can't be recognized if it can't be seen.
I am a published author and have been in some form or another for many, many years. Small presses, regional, and national offered contracts. Other works went the independent route. Even if book sale numbers aren't in the stratosphere, there is the knowledge that each of my works in the national and international magazines were read by more than 100,000 people.
The sad part about dreams is having to admit they won't come true. Although this is being posted in late spring, it was written during the cold dark days of winter in a hospital room. Whether you dream big or small, my wish is that your's not only come true, but that they bring you happiness. Be sure to visit some of the other authors in the challenge to see what their dreams were and if they came true.
~till next time, Helen