Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.
Louisa May Alcott
Given that I have the attention span of a gnat on crack, it will come as no surprise to anyone who knows me that I am a dreamer. My late, and much unlamented, teacher, Miss Raybin (known to all as Rabies, although I would suggest that a dose of rabies was far nicer than the equal measure of Raybin), would oft catch me in the act of stargazing and boom at me – ‘DREAMS DO NOT EQUATE TO ACTION!’ Which, given that I was boomed at with stunning regularity, should have meant that I absolutely got the message and it followed me through to adulthood – wouldn’t it?
Nope. Didn’t happen.
And as a large part of being creative involves some form of dreaming, then it may likely explain why I spent the better part of 20 years doing bugger all – Oh, I thought a great deal – but did very little.
One of my earliest dreams saw me married to Donny Osmond, but over the years other notable flights of fancy have made me see my future as a famous author, the Prime Minister and even married to a millionaire. I was also going to add thin and beautiful to this list but that, in retrospect, would be more of a miracle so let’s just stick to dreams for the time being. Of course, none of my wilder imaginings have come true so far, for which I’m sure at least the world of literature and, indeed, the country can be thankful.
But there is nothing better than letting forth in the sheer unpredictability of dreaming, with such moments of reverie being the perfect antidote to a stressful, crazy and frenetic life. However, as I found out the hard way, there does need to be a good balance between being fanciful and the taming of some wilder imaginings with techniques to ease the path forward – simply put, there needs to be a huge amount of action.
I know, seems to take the fun out of it – but I promise, once you find the creative life that best suits you – then you will inhabit a wonderful continuum of dreaming, doing and, most importantly of all, being creative.
However, if you think it still all sounds like too much hard work then perhaps I should leave the last word to Miss Raybin –
‘Work will win when wishy washy wishing won’t!’ (which, in later years, I discovered to be a quote by Thomas S. Monson, and who I now rather suspect was Miss Raybin’s Donny Osmond …)