As a child, I dreamed of being a mommy and a teacher.  I just knew I’d have the perfect set of identical twins plus one and I’d have a fairytale marriage in a fairytale life and all would be…like a fairytale.

In high school and college, I dreamed of becoming a psychiatrist and opening my own facility for children – or perhaps, for girls and women.  I dreamed of $80, 000 a year paychecks, a big home, and a lovely family with 2 kids in a beautiful city by the beach.  My dreams included a housekeeper and snazzy brand new clothes and monthly vacations.  Somewhere in my dream, there was also an in ground pool.  And, a vacation home or three…

Now, I dream of a charming but small-ish white farm house with a wrap around porch and a wood fireplace nestled on a hill on my 15 acres of organic farm land.  I dream of beekeeping and raising goats, sheeps, chickens, and someday, even cows, pigs, and the like.  I dream of a constantly closer relationship with God, and a marriage that can not be broken.  I dream of 5 kids and cute consignment clothes where I just snagged a Banana Republic top for $5 and without original tags.  I dream of cloth diapering and learning to water my plants with one of the many ponds on our land.  I dream of learning to be self sufficient and teaching my children true values and how to get what we need from the Earth without completely stripping her.  I dream of fresh food straight from our backyard and fresh baked scones and hand-whipped cream.  I dream of raspberry tea on the porch swing, talking to a good friend.  I dream of traveling – but not always to the richest corners of the Earth.  Sometimes, I dream of traveling just to touch the heart of someone else.

My dreams have changed.  I have changed.

And, had you asked me even just 5 years ago about where I would be now, I would’ve never imagined I’d be on this path.  Life is beautiful…  Sometimes, we just fail to recognize it except in hindsight.

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