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Dreamer Girl

There was a girl who was going to take over the world. She spent her days barefoot and balancing on anything she could turn into a makeshift tightrope. She would travel and write and go to college and achieve and learn and grow. She would laugh and share her experiences and tell the world that it’s not so bad. That life is what you make it. She would share and teach and encourage. She knew that times would get hard. She would have her heart broken and she would pick up the pieces and move on. She knew that she was strong and weak and that balance between those two opposing forces would carry her through the hard times and give her rest when things got a little easier.

This girl had dreams.

She loved big and lived with gratitude. She laughed so hard and so loud that when her neck disappeared and all her teeth were showing she didn’t feel the need to regain control. Ugly laughter was the best and the most worthwhile.

She lived.

And she was crushed. Life happened and the girl was no longer anticipating a storm, she was drowning in a tidal wave that thrashed and threw and beat the girl between the roughness and strength of the ocean floor. Grasping for air, she would try to stand up and fight. In these times she scraped and scratched at sand. She quickly lost her footing only to succumb once again to the uncertain yet predictable power of the waves. Life ebbed and flowed with might and little mercy.

The girl grew tired.

Her dreams became daydreams and while she still held onto their optimism, her goals weakened as did her belief in her own ability to achieve them. Instead of dreaming big, she began dreaming easy. Life became less about all the things she was capable of and more about all of the things she could do without being crushed. Far from the edge, this girl became a woman who played it safe. Risks are not what they used to be. And after all, why should they be?

Perhaps that girl was always in over her head.

One morning, while the woman was knee deep in routine, the girl appeared. With golden locks and starry-eyed wonder she smiled and said to the woman, I’m still here. And we can still do this. These are the hardships. This is the struggle.

What do you want? Can you change the world? Can you embrace majesty? Can you ride the waves and laugh with your mouth open and learn and teach and thrive? Do you love? Can you still share and teach and encourage? Do it! Dream Big!

The woman looked at the girl in the mirror and wiped the tears from her eyes.

I want to.

I can.

I will.

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bonnie

Thursday 17th of November 2016

sorry if this isn't you. i love this cd and wish you sang my songs. https://www.discogs.com/Andr%C3%A9a-Dreamer-Girl/release/524304

Sue Robinson

Tuesday 28th of September 2010

Beautiful Andrea, just beautiful. I loved seeing you pop up in my inbox today! Plus, I KNOW you will, I just know it.

Andrea

Wednesday 29th of September 2010

Yay! I made it into your inbox!

Angie

Tuesday 28th of September 2010

You should go back to that rock and take a new picture!

Andrea

Wednesday 29th of September 2010

Great idea! It was some homestead right? Do you remember?

Les Lawrence

Monday 27th of September 2010

Enough to make a grown man cry.

Andrea

Wednesday 29th of September 2010

No no no! You don't get to cry. That's not fair!

Paige

Monday 27th of September 2010

Nice! You go get 'em!

Andrea

Monday 27th of September 2010

Thanks Paige! I think we all need a reminder from time to time.

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