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Sometimes I sit and dream.
I think of all the things I’d like to do.
I put off the stuff that needs to be done,
trading that time for day dreams.
Thinking of conversations I’d like to have,
with old friends,
current friends and
with friends I’ve not yet made.
Wondering where the other people like me are.
How do I find them?
How do I connect?
I long to sit and laugh,
sip coffee, or hot cocoa, or tea,
while making a mess with art supplies,
or just chatting about nothing in particular,
or the meaning of life itself.
I don’t want to just be a dreamer,
I want to be a doer.
I want to paint.
I want to write.
I want to take pictures.
I want to talk.
I want to listen.
I want to have a tribe of my own,
and be a part of the tribe of others.
I want to be a part of something bigger.
Make a contribution to the world.
Sometimes I think it’s me that gets in my way.
Is it fear that stops me?
Lack of belief?
Lack of motivation or energy?
Lack of work?
I sit back and watch others do what I know in my heart I can do too.
Sometimes envious, or jealous, wondering what the secret is.
Wishing I could know what they know,
I cheer them on.
Pat them on the back.
Sit in awe of.
Recognizing their potential,
What is the missing piece?
How do I reach my full potential,
so that I can realize and accomplish my dreams,
I suppose I’m not alone in my desires,
I suppose the only way to find out is to “do” while continuing to dream.
I suppose I don’t have to know how, I just have to start.