Yesterday I gave my dream the gift of action.
I worked my dream.
I loved on my dream.
I’m one step closer to my dream.
What’s my dream? Writing books for children.
Yesterday I held the artwork while my words poured out over the pages. We put pictures to words.
It was beautiful.
It was also work. The edits kept on coming. A trim here, a switch-a-roo there. But it was glorious. Three of us put our heads and hearts together. The time together was sweet.
(and no, the tears didn’t fall – when it comes down to it – I’m all work!)
Did I tell you it’s work? Well, the work’s not over. We only read through one-fourth of the book. More meetings. More edits. But we’re that much closer.
I’m still dreaming. I’m still working. I’m still praying.
Dreams without action are just whispers of wishes.
This is more than a wish. I’m working this dream to reality.