For the last hour I have been circling around my house retracing my steps on the hunt for my blogging notebook because I can not remember the password to my other website. I know I seen that infamous blue flower notebook yesterday because I gently scolded my niece for how she had carelessly handled it and now the back was off it. I had grabbed the separated cover and the pages that contained by scribbled notes and placed it where I thought it would be better suited.
Yet here I am with no one to blame for the lost notebook but myself. The treasured notebook no where in sight. With every walk through I come across another notebook or book but not the one in which I am looking for and only about the time I’m resign to just give up my search I discover it cast away on the floor.
This little pattern occurs over and over, although the item I’m hunting is often different. Last night after I found the notebook I moved on to search for a book I had been reading that some how managed to fall off a side table.
All of this hunting for lost things and today being the official celebration of Dr. Martin Luther King’s birthday has me thinking about how our dreams can manage to get pushed aside. They often get covered up my the piles of I shoulds, I can’ts and I have tos.
Like Dr. King we all have dreams. Although we may never have the opportunity or need to express it before thousands of people, we do need to remind and rehearse our dreams to ourselves from time to time.
Have you had to dig your dreams out lately? How do you keep your dreams fresh? How do you know which dreams are not for you to fulfill but maybe for the next generation?