Fingertip Titans UniteWhat Would A Pig Need A Pearl For?
October 7th 2006 01:19
I've always been a big dreamer. I dreamed of marrying a tall, dark, and handsome Air Force Officer, becoming obscenely wealthy and maintaining my youthful figure with the help of plastic surgery. Until someone told me that He was too good for me, and I couldn't obtain wealth without a College Education and that all the women in my family get fat later in life.
I dreamed of dancing onstage and singing in Broadway Hits, seeing my name in lights and referencing my first stage performance, a starring role in the High School Play, as my "launching pad", thanking my drama teacher with a wave and some roses, as I stepped into my white limousine. Until someone told me that was a Pipe Dream, and that I had star syndrome, and Limousines are too expensive.
I dreamed of being Bonnie Raitt without the slide, and of course, brunette. I would have best selling Billboard Hits, sing for a living, burning up the fretboard on my guitar. And after 10 years of practicing 8-10 hours a day, working out those riffs, and practicing them to Ultra-Perfection I let someone tell me that There ain't no money in music, you need to teach guitar instead of trying to gig around here, and to see where you will end up in life, look at where you started.
These people were trying to help me handle the "worst case scenario" they wanted to make sure I had considered all the outcomes, they were just "looking out for me" They wanted me to be realistic, so I didn't get hurt if it didn't work out the way I wanted it to.
That is insulting. I am and always have been woman enough to handle disappointment. Pardon the phrase, but It would take a real PUSSY to just fold their wings and quit wanting to live because something didn't go their way.
The saddest part is, because these people spoke with an air of confidence that I didn't possess, and some of them were authority figures, I listened to them. I let them steal my dream. Oh, I held on, believe me. but when it finally came down to it, I allowed myself to be influenced by the nay-sayers.
There is nothing in life more precious than hope. Now that I've redefined my goals in life, and accounted for the successes that I've had just by virtue of being the Awesome Beyotch that I am, and willing to do whatever it takes, I've come to the conclusion that anyone who tries to sneak up on my dream using the ole "be realistic" backdoor deserves the same treatment as someone who would try to come in my house by the same method. And believe me, I don't hold back.
I have a new set of dreams, one is to raise my children without violence, another is to stay married to the guy I'm married to for the rest of my life. Beyond that, I keep my dreams to myself, because I don't hesitate for one second to stomp the living shit out of anybody who tries to quell those two VERY reasonable dreams (and believe it or not, they will say things like "You need to show that kid you mean business" or "You should Leave him until he gets the message")
I don't have to defend my dreams simply because I don't share them. But I do tend to be extremely defensive when someone is bold or naive or hopeful or determined enough that they can share their dreams. I often encourage people to enlarge their dreams a little past their comfort zones, because I believe a goal should scare you a little, and excite you alot.
The whole point of this post is this: If someone lays out their beautiful, precious, and very valuable pearls before you, treat them gingerly, regard them tenderly, you have no idea how precious those things are to their owner. Don't be like a pig and root around, getting them all muddy and nasty. Even if you have no use for pearls of that sort, just shut up and let them shine.
And, for those of you who may be interested, I am a self-published author, former publisher of the BigBendbuzz- a society paper in the crook of the Florida coastline, and current owner of AbundanceFeelsgood.com, an article directory, where I help other people publish their short works, and promote their businesses. Oh, and the limousines? Been there, it was great, the first, second, and even thirtieth times, I loved every minute of it.
Keep on Dreamin, Kids, shoot for the stars, you may miss and hit the moon.
I dreamed of dancing onstage and singing in Broadway Hits, seeing my name in lights and referencing my first stage performance, a starring role in the High School Play, as my "launching pad", thanking my drama teacher with a wave and some roses, as I stepped into my white limousine. Until someone told me that was a Pipe Dream, and that I had star syndrome, and Limousines are too expensive.
I dreamed of being Bonnie Raitt without the slide, and of course, brunette. I would have best selling Billboard Hits, sing for a living, burning up the fretboard on my guitar. And after 10 years of practicing 8-10 hours a day, working out those riffs, and practicing them to Ultra-Perfection I let someone tell me that There ain't no money in music, you need to teach guitar instead of trying to gig around here, and to see where you will end up in life, look at where you started.
These people were trying to help me handle the "worst case scenario" they wanted to make sure I had considered all the outcomes, they were just "looking out for me" They wanted me to be realistic, so I didn't get hurt if it didn't work out the way I wanted it to.
That is insulting. I am and always have been woman enough to handle disappointment. Pardon the phrase, but It would take a real PUSSY to just fold their wings and quit wanting to live because something didn't go their way.
There is nothing in life more precious than hope. Now that I've redefined my goals in life, and accounted for the successes that I've had just by virtue of being the Awesome Beyotch that I am, and willing to do whatever it takes, I've come to the conclusion that anyone who tries to sneak up on my dream using the ole "be realistic" backdoor deserves the same treatment as someone who would try to come in my house by the same method. And believe me, I don't hold back.
I have a new set of dreams, one is to raise my children without violence, another is to stay married to the guy I'm married to for the rest of my life. Beyond that, I keep my dreams to myself, because I don't hesitate for one second to stomp the living shit out of anybody who tries to quell those two VERY reasonable dreams (and believe it or not, they will say things like "You need to show that kid you mean business" or "You should Leave him until he gets the message")
I don't have to defend my dreams simply because I don't share them. But I do tend to be extremely defensive when someone is bold or naive or hopeful or determined enough that they can share their dreams. I often encourage people to enlarge their dreams a little past their comfort zones, because I believe a goal should scare you a little, and excite you alot.
The whole point of this post is this: If someone lays out their beautiful, precious, and very valuable pearls before you, treat them gingerly, regard them tenderly, you have no idea how precious those things are to their owner. Don't be like a pig and root around, getting them all muddy and nasty. Even if you have no use for pearls of that sort, just shut up and let them shine.
And, for those of you who may be interested, I am a self-published author, former publisher of the BigBendbuzz- a society paper in the crook of the Florida coastline, and current owner of AbundanceFeelsgood.com, an article directory, where I help other people publish their short works, and promote their businesses. Oh, and the limousines? Been there, it was great, the first, second, and even thirtieth times, I loved every minute of it.
Keep on Dreamin, Kids, shoot for the stars, you may miss and hit the moon.
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