There are two kinds of people in the world: the kind who say, "Whoever heard of a Snozzberry?!" and the kind who say, "We are the music makers and we are the dreamers of dreams." I am the second kind. The dreamer. I would love to taste a Snozzberry.
My biggest and life-longest dream is to be an actress. I chased it for a long time. I'm not chasing it anymore. I wouldn't say the dream is dead, it's just fatally wounded. I had to find a new dream: event coordinating. That dream was wounded in The Battle of Finances. It's been discouraging to watch another dream go down. So, I got a "real" job and a new dream. Together, I call them: Supporting Myself When Alimony Runs Out. It's a different kind of dream, but it's a dream nonetheless.
I haven't stopped thinking of new dreams (what are we without our dreams?). And I haven't given up on my old dreams (I will never do such a thing). No, they're still tucked away in my heart pocket, like a $10 bill in an old pair of pants, just waiting to be rediscovered.
I'm proud to be a dreamer. I will always be a dreamer. Because I agree with Walt Disney that "if you can dream it, you can do it." And I agree with Journey that one shouldn't stop believin'. And I agree with the guy in Pretty Woman that "some dreams come true, some don't; but keep on dreamin'." And because I don't ask, "Whoever heard of a Snozzberry?" I say, "That sounds delicious! Where can I get one?"
Your Snozzberry is waiting! Go get it!
