So, I was hoping to write ten pages yesterday; I wrote seven. I ended up with a little less writing time than I expected because my book group met last night. (Though in all honesty, I don’t know that I really would’ve worked during Preteen’s dress rehearsal anyway…I probably would’ve watched.)
As always, book group was a good time. Good food (Mexican), good friends, good conversation. We read my old friend Catherine Friend’s (yes, that’s her real last name) book, Hit by a Farm, which is a story of a woman who loses sight of her own dream (to be a children’s book author) for the sake of her partner’s dream (to own and run a farm). It’s a great book…and a great book group book. Catherine even has a book discussion guide on her website.
Our discussion got me thinking about dreams. I’ve always DREAMED of becoming an author (not necessarily a children’s book author…that didn’t come until college, but always an author of fiction). One of the other women in our group said she recently found her way back to her dream of becoming a librarian…another woman believes she’s “given up her dreams” to stay home with her family (which hit me kind of weird…I don’t think she regrets that decision…but for me, a real benefit to pursuing my writing dream is the fact I’ve been able to be home for my children…I was able to combine my dream with childrearing…it made me sad to think of someone, especially a good friend of mine, giving up a dream to stay home…). And another (probably THE most conscientious responsible person I have ever met in my life…she works fulltime, but she’s one of those people who likes to know about field trips and special projects at school ahead of time so she can ask off for those days…she’s supermom…her house is always clean, her kids are well rounded and involved in everything…there’s nothing she can’t do) she said she’s still trying to decide what she wants to be when she grows up. It doesn’t sound like she ever really had a dream. When I probed further, she admitted to wanting to be a ballerina when she was little (she had a year of ballet lessons), but she has never had the experience of having a dream, then breaking it down and figuring out what it is you realistically have to do in order to make that dream come true…and I can’t imagine what it’s like to live without a dream. (Even though I’m published, the “dream” is still very much alive within me…it still propels me forward, still drives me to my computer every day…) I don’t even know what it’s like to work a job that’s…”just a job.” I don’t know what it’s like to “live for the weekend.” I am truly fortunate…
Preteen has the day off today. And he has an eye doctor appointment and we have errands to run…I’m also trying out a new Toastmaster’s group tonight. So it’s a busy day…I’m shooting for FIVE pages on Truth About T.M.S. (which won’t happen if I don’t stop blogging and get to work!)