Dreams work out
Sometimes dreams work out.
Start with that and build your world from there. I can’t think of a better foundation.
I’ve been thinking about dreams the past few days. I’m working on a new project in my hometown. It involves an old café, a desire to direct some business toward our grocery store, and some folks who’d like to see if they could make money-producing foods like salsa, cheese, beer, and other yet-to-be-determined items.
A foundation heard my idea and is letting me spend a little of their money to see if I can bring the whole thing to fruition. It gets complicated because it needs to be structured so it doesn’t interfere with anyone else’s business. After all, many small- town enterprises operate pretty close to the edge, and I don’t want to hurt one business while I’m trying help another.
Not everyone thinks it’s a good idea. Quite a few people think our small towns are just doomed, that we’re on a gentle slide down the tubes and nothing can be done about it except to give in gracefully. Shoot, I’m not even sure it’s a good idea. I do know that what I’m planning is a lot of work and adds a new layer of complexity to an already complicated life. Whenever I hear another round of criticism or misinformation, I’m tempted to just chuck the whole thing. Maybe those naysayers are right.
Maybe they’re not.
The world is full of small miracles, everyday dreams that come true with refreshing regularity. I look at my own life…just a bald guy with bad knees, living on the edge of the prairie. There’s not nearly enough space here to list the things that have gone wrong or that I’ve failed at in my life. I blush just thinking about what I’ve messed up.
On the other hand, in another three and a half months it’ll be 40 years since I met the love of my life, and she’s still here. We have three nice kids who turned into good adults, four perfect grandchildren, and we make just enough money so we’re comfortable but not complacent. I never finished college, but I have four published books, over 1,000 articles, and I’ve been lucky enough to write articles in half a dozen other countries. I’ve traveled on my own dime to half a dozen others. I’ve always paid my bills and I’ve always made a living. It hasn’t been simple, and it hasn’t been easy, but looking back on my life can make me weak in the knees with gratitude at how many things have turned out far better than they might have.
Maybe in a few years I’ll look back on this time and think, “Shoot. There’s a lot of work down the drain for nothing.”
But, on the other hand, dreams do come true. It happens all the time. There’s almost always blood, sweat, and tears involved and definitely no guarantees, but when I look back and recall all the good that has happened to me in this life, it makes me look forward to discovering what will come next. I won’t know unless I try, and there’s no excuse for not trying.