Dreaming

I'm starting to think my son is my good luck charm. Things are starting to happen for me in a way they never were before, and I look at him and wonder if it is all a mere coincidence. But then again, I don't really believe in coincidences.

On the Oprah show the other day, she was telling her guest Jessica Simpson that once you face a challenge, the universe will often pop up to 'test you' and see if you've truly learned the lesson you were meant to learn. I believe I am tested quite often for the woman that I'm meant to become.

I look at my son now and believe in meaning behind all things, be it big or small, and what may seem at first glance to be insignifigant actually holds much meaning for the scope of our lives, for the path we walk, for the direction we end up taking.

I don't know what obstacles are ahead of me but I do know since having Miles three months ago, dreams I have always dreamed for myself are slowly, patiently, and purposfully coming true before my very eyes. Maybe my son is a good luck charm, or maybe since he came into the picture, I feel a responsibility to be the best version of myself that I can be. To reach for the stars. To imagine the impossible. Maybe it's a little of both.

For myself and for my son I am beginning to catch those dreams after letting them go for far too long. I used to go to sleep at night and dream up things I want for myself. Now I believe I am awake and living the dreams outloud, one dream at a time.

Onward, for the dreamers in all of us.....