Letter To My Dreams

Dear dreams,

At four years old, you made me believe I was going to be Wonder Woman when I grew up. After a couple hours of being lost in the street, barefoot, in a Wonder Woman bathing suit, and having to be returned home by the police, I figured my super powers weren't as keen as they'd need to be in order to make that happen. Oh well, at least I got an ice cream cone out of it.

I think that experience bruised your ego, because after that, it took a while for you to return to me. When you did, you set my heart on being an FBI agent. It would have been nice to know that getting that tattoo and fucking up my credit were surefire ways to exclude myself from the selection process.

Ever resilient, you returned with a back up plan - let's be a lawyer! Cool, I'm wit it. No reason I can't do that, right? Graduated from high school with a 3.81 GPA and finished my college career on the Dean's list.... oh yeah... I forgot about that pesky pregnancy thing. Dammit! How am I gonna go to law school now with a brand new baby and nobody to watch him while I commute three or four days a week to a school forty-five minutes away? Guess you didnt think that one all the way through, but you told me I could always go back and do it later, once my son got older, and I believed you, only by the time that happened, you decided you didnt wanna do that anymore either.

Model, forensic investigator, photographer, and WNBA superstar all came and went (to name just a few), but if nothing else, I have to give you credit for all the work I put into every last area you created intrigue in, resulting in being a well-rounded person with a gaggle of useless information stored in my brain, even though it really serves no other purpose than obliterating Jeopardy contestants from my couch at home. I still commend you for your persistence, never leaving me without something to strive toward, even if the goal will have changed by the time I reach the end of the path that leads me there. You never allow me to stop dreaming, even if I sometimes dont have a clear picture of the end game. Onward and upward is good enough for me. It's because of you that I made the move to relocate my family and do what I can to open new doors for myself and the midgets, and even this brass ring should disappear tomorrow, landing me square back onto an enclosed porch in an upstate, Westside neighborhood, I will have been better for trying.

Love,
Dig - aspiring best-selling author