Dreams are fickle, aren’t they? You get some people who have amazing ones, and others have nightmares. There’s no reason why or when. And they can uplift or drag us down. And thats also true for the dreams we make for ourselves.

I talked to my therapist. Told her about this blog. She asked me what it was about. I told her I honestly didn’t know. I told her what my dreams used to be: My own newspaper column, and to be a raido talk show host. She seemed kind of dismissive of the blog, but she asked why i wasnt pursuing my dreams. That kind of shook me.

What does pursuing a dream look like?Is it making a plan, and then not stopping? Is it doing something similar, that satisfies that need? I think people sacrifice those dreams for something else. Or they realize that wasn’t the dream at all. I think of Geena Davis in League of Her Own. So many women I knew hated her leaving baseball for her marriage. But sometimes life takes you away from your dream. Or puts another one in front of you. Or even takes it away again so you have to figure out what your dreams are now.

I don’t have dreams. Never really have had any. People say that’s sad, but it’s more common than you think. I have things I’d like to do. I have passions I’d love to indulge. But I’m turning 56 tomorrow. I have goals and agendas. Maybe once I hit a few of those, I can think about dreams.

But don’t take this as giving up, dear readers. I’m still moving towards my goals, just not sacrificing too much for them. I’m like the bull in the joke about the old and young bull, I’m not running down the hill to nail one dream. I’m sauntering down to nail all of them. I should be hurrying to get things done, but Ive found that if I hurry, I lose track. ADHD brain is real.

So, go after your dreams. Like Ivan Stang says, don’t just eat that burger, eat the hell out of it. But stop and reassess, or you might get lost and end up someplace you don’t recognize. and the person you wont recognize the most will be in the mirror. Good night, and may your dreams come true.