Is There Anything Wrong with Dreaming?

I’m not talking about the dreams you have when you’re sleeping. It’s more along the lines of wishing.

If you’ve ever purchased a lottery ticket or a scratch off, it must momentarily cross your mind what if this is THE one?

The few times I have purchased lottery tickets, I don’t check the numbers until the next morning. I really want and value a good nights sleep.

If I checked the numbers before bedtime, I will be disappointed that I lost and might have a difficult time falling asleep. Mentally I have to return everything I mentally purchased on the assumption of winning.

If I checked the numbers before bedtime and I was even a minor winner, I’d have to call everyone I know and then nobody would get any sleep. 🤷‍♀️

Everyone has wishes, and dreams, and it’s not our place to judge others about theirs. One of mine is to have the wedding of my dreams…because I never did. I talking about the whole enchilada.

I want the wedding dress that people will talk about for weeks and months to come. I want to be the center of attention for one day. But seeing that I’m pushing seventy years of age, it’s not going to happen.

But…what infuriates me is that anyone I’ve told about this dream, which has been several of my girlfriends, has only been met with less-than-encouraging responses.

Responses like, “What a waste of money” or “You’re too old to have a wedding like that.”

Plus I’m already married. In my mind that doesn’t mean we couldn’t have a vow renewal. So I stopped wishing for that…or telling anyone about that ever again.

I have been blessed beyond words to travel to Europe multiple times. My favorite destination is Greece.

My husband is Greek and has several first cousins who live there, so in addition to visiting with them and other islands, I have fallen in love with the people, the culture, the food, and the laid-back way of life.

We are visiting Greece again this year and it will be my eighth trip there. So my dream of living there isn’t just because I went once and had a good time.

Anyone I’ve told about Greece and casually mentioned how magical it would be to live there, has drawn responses about the state of their economy, their socialized medicine, their poorly run government, etc.

Well I’m here to tell you that although those are very good arguments for not living there, my argument would be how warm and friendly I have found the people. And how delicious the food is. And how beautiful the village squares are where friends meet for coffee and talk for hours. And how blue the water is. And how you have not lived until you ate one of their tomatoes or apricots. The list is endless.

So I may walk through this very short existence we have on earth looking at the world through rose-colored glasses, but these are my dreams.

If someone shares their dreams with you, please don’t squash them like a bug on a sidewalk.

Dream with them.