Friday morning I was getting ready to go to the farm.
Husband chose to watch a documentary called Running the Sahara. Little J was not impressed, more then likely due to the lack of Diego in it fighting the rolling tumbleweeds. I rarely watch TV and never during the day. But I caught myself sitting down, intrigued and wanting to see what happens next. Yes, I ended up cutting my riding time short.
In case you have not seen it, this film is about 3 men running across 4,300 miles of African desert in 111 days to bring awareness to H2O Africa project. Needless to say the story is inspiring, the quest epic and the photography stunning. I have never ran in my adult years unless I was trying to catch the bus; but I felt like digging out my running shoes after seeing this movie.
Coincidently I spend the weekend pinning places I would love to one day visit for my Monday Listicle. Which all led me to think about my dreams. They used to be big and all revolved around traveling. Going places, seeing new wonders, trying new foods, meeting new people, learning new things. I had a map of the world as a child on my wall above the desk and memorized all the capitals and flags. I fantasized about the trips I will take and years I will spend away from home. In my head I played Amazing race even before it ever became a show.
My grandfather showed me all corners of my homeland. He taught me about the history, geography and politics of Europe. We would go to Venice on the weekend and drove across the Balkans on a whim. We hiked every mountain and picked mushrooms in every forest of Slovenia. We rode our bikes for hours around the capitol. He allowed me to go camping on my own before I was old enough to drive. I visited caves, climbed free style and hit the skiing slopes daily. By the time I was working I stepped on 3 continents. Then I became a flight attendant and ate dinner on a different continent every other week.
Today I dreamed about baking cookies.
I wish I could say it is the age, but I am in my thirties.
I wish I could say it is motherhood, but I have no qualms taking my son everywhere.
I wish I could say I am lazy, but I think I live an active lifestyle.
I simply have no dreams.
I like my days just the way they are. If somebody called me today asking to travel to Sahara to photograph Tuaregs I would love to go. But I do not seek any adventures on my own. I do not daydream about a perfect vacation, a physical challenge I want to achieve or a career I want to embark on. I am happy with everything just the way it is. Or have I stopped dreaming?
Have you set goals for yourself in the near future? Beside running across the desert and changing the world…
I found this in an unlikely place. All my photos were lost during one of our moves. And yes One Pink Chick, that is indeed a scrunchie. But that is a story for another day.