I know we all have dreams, but I have a lot of them. Not the dreams we have while sleeping, but the ones we have while awake. When we're kids we have different dreams and sometimes they work out and sometimes they don't. Somewhere along growing up and living life some of us lose our dreams or even stop having them.
I would have to say I still have times when things/ideas come to me, but I quickly move on. After being hit with cancer dreams can seem pretty silly or even impossible. So I wondered- Is it better to not keep having them? I think about this a lot and then one day I decided to act as if I was going to attempt to make my dream come true. There is a part of town where I live that takes me back to so many good memories from high school. There was a woman who ran a shop called Jan's and I loved it. It was a bit run down and it had boho or hippie type clothing. My best friends and I would go there and have a ball. As time went on and my friends had moved, I still would go in there just to feel the feelings I had when I was there with my friends. So Jan's is long gone, but when I drive by there I always admire the little group of building still standing there pretty much empty. I love how the buildings are so close to the river. I have a memory of attending a Christmas party over that way at an attorney's home that was located right near the water and it was just beautiful. You could go out their backdoor and they had it so nice with the river right there. As I thought about my love of the area I thought it would be so nice to have a restaurant or something right there by the water.
I decided after a trip to Sally's I would head back over there and take a closer look at the buildings and the river. So I parked my car, put my money in the meter and made my way towards the buildings. Oh they were pretty run down and not very big at all, still I loved seeing them. I was a little sad/excited they were vacant, but a restaurant probably wouldn't be doable. Anyway I continued to walk over the bridge and towards a little sitting area and there he was Mr. Martin Luther King giving his "I have a dream" speech. This was so funny to me as I have been thinking more and more about my own dreams. At times I feel lesser in society it's stuff I put on myself for sure, but it's still there. I'm living on borrowed time, I'm lucky to even be here are things that run through my mind. So when I seen a Martin Luther King standing there fighting for a people who others thought to be lesser or not entitled it made my heart flutter. See anyone standing up for himself or herself and others and actually stating a dream is very touching to me. Could you imagine standing up and saying "I have a dream" and then actually saying it? That to me is pretty scary. Seeing this statue tied everything together for me. Dreaming is good because it means we are alive and we are still thriving. Our mind is healthy and it has ideas, hopes and dreams to share. Even if my dream never ever comes true it's nice to have and it may even be nice to share. It takes some guts to share a dream, but if someone shares a dream with you; you should feel so blessed.
After I stood for a bit with Mr. King, and after someone commented on my running pants I decided to move on. I made by way back over the bridge and started down a driveway down towards the water. As I was passing a building I was startled by a guy I wasn't thinking would be there. So he said hello and I said hello back. I told him how pretty it was back by the river. He informed me that yes it was and that the restaurant he was working for is going to be putting a deck back there for their diners and live music. Oh I could vision everything he described to me. He then asked if I had ever been to the restaurant and I told him I had not. Well he offered to show me inside- yeah I know- Rob already yelled at me for 1. Going somewhere where no one would think to look for me 2. Talking to strangers by the river and 3. Going into a building alone. I know I know- but I have to go with my feelings. We went in and it was adorable and I loved it. I met the owner and his father and they were the nicest people. In their eyes you could tell they were just good people.
I told them they had a beautiful place and that I would definitely be back. Well when I left there I had the urge to call Rob right up and tell him to be ready to go out for dinner by 8. The restaurant has Thia food which Rob isn't crazy about, but I knew he would like the place as well.
It was such an interesting little experience for a Saturday morning. I thought about dreams, I end up seeing Martin Luther King, and then I end up standing in someone's dream come true. The owner of that restaurant had a dream and it came true. Being around people who are good, hardworking and making dreams come true is really a joy. Something like this just makes me happy.
And check out this big bowl of lovely soup!!
Yes, we did go to dinner and although Thai cuisine is not Rob's favorite he liked the place and people as well.
And so I'm going to keep on dreaming................