Musings...

I'm beginning to become aware of the phenomenon that when people who say they are "realists" they are actually saying "I do not possess a creative bone in my body and I'm going to be a Debbie Downer and rain on your parade."

So what if life isn't just one big musical?

So what if you can't bounce on clouds?

So what if my dog can't read my inner most thoughts?

I can still dream can't I?

I know that I can't have my head in the clouds all the time.

There is still work to be done and goals to be met.

But I still have a secret ambition to be an award winning novelist/prima ballerina that gets paid in Sweetarts and Cocktail rings.

But that's my right.

So carry on all of you artists/creators/dreamers

and consider me part of your club. :)

Ciao!