Some 30+ years ago my mother told me that it was OK to DREAM...
She encouraged my creativity, and we attended plays, recitals and awards ceremonies.
She's always been my biggest cheerleader.
When my siblings and I were children, we colored outside of the lines and it was OK. We were encouraged to let our imaginations soar. Our paintings were of water colors, blue skies, grass and rainbows. We played hide-and-go-seek, double dutch, Chinese jump rope, rock teacher even Red Rover, Red Rover.
I can remember reciting Maya Angelou's "Still I Rise." It gave me goosebumps even back then when I didn't fully understand the powerful words.
I was given permission to dream. Permission to take my dreams and imagination everywhere I went. and I did just that. I didn't understand the significance of being given such an honor until I saw how many people turned in their permission slips, deleted their dreamscapes button in the name of adulthood, careers, marriage and or parenting.
Something happened to some of us where we just forgot to color outside of the lines. We left our dreams in a box for an unfulfilling 9-5.
We stopped dreaming in color because life got in the way and everything else became the priority.
People forgot about passion, purpose, what dreams made them smile because somewhere in this thing called life we simply forgot what it was like to dream!
I myself had forgotten what it was like to dream in color and yet I was reminded again by Maya Angelou's words "When you get, give. When you learn, teach."
These were lessons from Maya's grandmother.
I challenge you to break out a box of crayons with only the nine primary colors, grab a coloring book and color outside of the lines.
Life is entirely too short not to laugh at the little things, smell the roses, take a dance class, walk on the beach and get sand in between your toes.
Enjoy watching or painting a sunrise or enjoy the beautiful setting of the sun. When was the last time that you gave yourself permission to dream in color?