Don’t Tell People Your Dreams…Show them!

Dear Reader:

Telling people about your dreams without ever doing the necessary background initiatives/work to make them real is like trying to keep my sun coleus plants from toppling over on my antique planter…I love it but the frames has rotted leaving the platforms uneven…however, getting them straightened out permanently is now on the real horizon. (Help coming soon!)

When we simply talk about our dreams and wishes… always concluding with “One day” and then adding all the stipulations that must be met before the dream can become a reality…and using these stipulations as deterrents for the reason why we haven’t started on our dreams is a wide-spread “malady.” It is always easier to talk about a dream than make it come true.

My original “little c” diagnosis in 2008 changed this kind of procrastination  for me. Life is short and dreams even shorter…the only way to see our dreams come true (while we are still alive) is by taking that very first “baby” step. BEGIN!

The two dreams in my life that have come true….the ones I am proudest of are… this blog post and my garden.

Orange tape and an idea….the first “Begin” day….September 26, 2013!

Today…I can’t say the dream is fulfilled…because every year it grows more and more…it will always be a work in progress….a most-loved project…I can hardly wait to wake up and run out to it every morning…to see what treasures have emerged over night.

It is the hardest undertaking/commitment I ever made and continued…and today it brings me more joy (and these days…sweat) than anything in my life (outside my beautiful family/grandchildren and friends). Thank you Doodle and Anne for helping me “begin.”

The second dream….my longest one to date is what I am doing right now…writing another blog post….partially a book of personal spiritual  discoveries, history stories, childrens’ stories, a growing family album and my gift of love to anyone whom it might benefit. You never know when just the right story comes along at just the right time…to help someone else.

My first blog…August 13, 2010….Eva Cate is three months old, I have a quite dark auburn “do” that I am wearing…but the Chapel of Hope and its symbolism to me is still forefront as the catalyst that started it all.

What I admire about Tommy and Kaitlyn is that they fell in love with Dingle on their honeymoon and have twice done the necessary saving plan and sacrifices to make their dreams come true around their anniversary each year. They definitely can show people their dreams.

 

They returned this year to their honeymoon hotel in Dublin for their last night in Ireland…the Fitzwilliam…luxurious bath, fantastic last meal…and another anniversary spent living out their dreams…before heading home! (And saving up for next year!)

So until tomorrow….

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

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About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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2 Responses to Don’t Tell People Your Dreams…Show them!

  1. bcparkison says:

    Ahh…Life began in a garden and the way I see it..if life ends there because of hard work …so be it. Goodness the sore bones can be pretty sore from all of the digging and knee bending but it’s not going to get there by its self. Keep up the dream!

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