Big Thoughts, Little Tweets
Oh how I love all your Belief comments! If you haven't written yet but want to, please do! And if you're just stopping by and want to read all kinds of inspiring convictions about life, then take a look at the post before this one. I guarantee you'll be making your own list by the time you're through, and you'll definitely find at least one or two reasons to hang on in life. It's a pretty good place, after all.
I have a tiny twitter/facebook pet peeve to share with you now. I don't like it when people say mysterious things on their facebook status that make you burn with curiosity to know what the heck they are alluding to. Examples being, "Should I say yes or no?", "I can't believe it's finally happening..." etc. Should you say yes or no to WHAT? I wonder. And What's finally happening? WHAT???"And then, the other day, I did it. I always have these big dramatic soul searches going on, pretty much 24-7, and I was trying to put it down in that alluring 140-character sheer poetry that twitter can sometimes be. And lo and behold, I was mysterious. And quite annoyed with myself soon after. In this post, I shall elaborate and thereby make up for it. The mysterious tweet read as follows:
What I want and what I have keep getting closer together. I hope they never quite meet (dreams motivate). But I like them close.
And my own sister, who should know I would never tweet wonderful news before sharing it with her, had to ask if I was speaking of something specific. So I decided right then, "I'll blog about that pretty soon and un-mystify it."
You know I have big dreams. Hello published books, completed screenplays, and a couture gown at the premiere; New York City, Paris, Ireland, and other dreamy locations we all at least sort of want to see before we die; a new house, preferably on a bit o' earth for the husband; and my children forever wowing me with all that they'll become. Just little things, you know.
But the day I tweeted that I was watching my barefoot kiddos in my mediocre house, and I felt ridiculously content.
In a certain building on the streets of New York City, there's a really lovely literary agent in there whom I can oh-so-luckily claim as mine. She makes my writing dreams seem so barely out of my reach that they seem completely possible, which is an accomplishment all by itself.
I grow just this much more content each day with our current house and seriously gorgeous tree-covered street in front of it than I am desirous of something newer, bigger and better. And I sit in awe day in and day out at the sheer, unequivocal joy that children can bring. Especially when with each milestone in their growth they get me closer to that one dream in which I love who they've become.
So what I meant, essentially, is that I am moving as well as my dreams. They are changing all the time, perhaps growing smaller to please me, and my own growing contentment is helping to close the gap.
It's a pretty big thought for 140 characters. It probably doesn't even make sense in these 500 words. But this is what I do. I think big. I try a little too hard. And I dump it on whomever happens to be there. Today, if you're still reading, that's you.