Dream Again

This past week, I attended my first Japanese class. And suddenly, I was a kid again: I felt alive and excited and like anything was possible.

So many people in the class were doing cool things and wanted to study Japanese for different reasons, such as being able to communicate while entering a taeko drumming competition or attending a Japanese home and garden show. I realized I had forgotten what it was like to do things just because I wanted to, instead of for monetary or professional gain.

Before this year, the last time I had felt truly happy was in college. Once I was thrust out into the world after 16 years of schooling, my dreams became second to survival.

Just some whimsical pumpkin painting

It was hard to dream when student loans loomed over my head; all I could think about was money, and for a while I forgot what it was like to dream. I postponed my happiness for years until my body started giving me physical symptoms, and I needed to focus on my happiness for health reasons. Even if you need money, it is still important to focus on little things that can make you happier. Your soul needs nourishment too!

If this past year has taught me anything, it’s that the future is unpredictable. That doesn’t mean that you should throw caution to the wind and forget your responsibilities- but if you are a little too responsible, maybe now is the time to think about injecting some whimsy into your life. Take a class, go on a trip, write a story. You can dream again.