I used to listen to people when they told me I had to do this or be that. When deciding what to study in college I knew what I wanted, but everyone told me - “you can’t do that!” “That won’t provide sufficient income.” “You should do something useful.” So I was a good girl and I went in to a field that I knew I could get a job and would provide at least a minimal income. I learned a lot, and it has been useful, but I hated it. It was not me. I used to think that I was just stuck with what life gave me. But the past 10 plus years have been one lesson after another in seeing the impossible become reality. Anything really is possible. You never know what can happen. My marriage should have fallen apart given all that we have been through, but both my husband and I have found new meaning in life and drawn closer together. I was told I would never have another biological child, but 10 years later a surprise came our way in the form of a big healthy baby boy. All these things got me thinking. If these ‘impossible’ things can happen without me even doing anything, why can’t I work towards making my ‘impossible dreams come true? I was stuck in a job I really didn’t like, working for an organization that did not value my strengths and actually made quite an effort to reshape me into a form they better liked. Why did I stay there? So we quit, we moved on, we found new occupations and started over. It was scary as Hell! But we did it. We are still doing it. The past year I have been working in fields I enjoy, and making dreams for the future. We have all kinds of plans for future possibilities. I climbed out of the jar I found myself in and realized that there was a sun shining and a whole world at my fingertips!
this sounds like my life too... Love the creative idea that you place the cloud and rain and the girl in the jar!! I AM IN LOVE WITH IT !!!
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