Chasing Your Dreams

Well, June is almost over and with it, one third of our Summer. Not that it’s felt much like Summer here in the soggy Midwest where we have seen daytime lows in the fifties some days, but it’s still been a pretty good month for me. I have gotten to spend more time with my kids, and I am finally settling in to a decent writing routine after spending the last few weeks struggling to get things done. I have seen my oldest win her softball tournament, my story Dr. Johnson’s Patient, make the finals in a contest for Cemetery Dance (the voting is still going until Wednesday and I refuse to say where I am for fear of jinxing it!), my daughters followed in my footsteps today by beginning what I hope is a lifelong love of volunteering at the animal shelter, and my boy, my baby, turns 6 on Thursday. With the passing of June, I also have moved up to only one month until my deadline for Ad Nauseam. This has caused me much anxiety this month, but it seems I am back in the groove, finishing two stories over the last few days and beginning a new one tonight. God and Stan Swanson willing, when this one is finished, I will only have two more to go, and a month in which to finish them and do final edits. Why does life always seem to speed up during the Summer months, when it should slow down? I think for those of us who spend nine months in Winter and a mere three with decent weather, it’s because we are desperate to make the most of the sunshine.

Saturday evening, I spent some time on the front deck of Dempsey’s, where I work, with Mr. Bill Dempsey himself. He asked how the book was going and then he said something I will treasure for the rest of my days. “Caren,” he said. “I am so proud of you for doing this. So many people spend their whole lives doing nothing because they just assume they will fail. But you are chasing your dreams, and there’s nothing you can’t do if you try hard enough.” Needless to say, this left me feeling slightly verklempt and very appreciative. I adore Bill Dempsey, he is the kindest man that I have ever worked for and though he knows that if I reach any level of success, my nights of working for him will be over, he is still supportive of me and my dreams. What he said is the truth. What a wise old irishman I work for. Many do live their lives, despising the mediocrity but unwilling to try for something spectacular for fear of failing. Or worse, expecting life to just hand them the good things, without any work on their part. I know my children are watching the process of me trying to break into the writing industry and are very proud of me. Even if I fail miserably, I want them to see me trying, to know that I chased my dreams for all my worth and learn that they can do the same. I want them to walk away from their upbringing with the knowledge that they can do anything they want, if they work hard and want it bad enough. If not, then I have failed them, and nothing scares me more…


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