Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Take one step...

                                         I guess I have a confession to make...
                                        I follow Kate Welshofer, from Channel 9 News on Facebook.
                                                            That's about it...
                                  I have been watching her on TV since we lived in Whitehall. Maybe it's strange, but I prefer to get most of my news from attractive women anchors rather than old, withered men.
                                        I don't know if that is weird, bad or disturbing.
                                     I guess it doesn't matter. It is how and who I am...
                             
                                            Every now and then a video is posted on her page, mostly goofy and silly things about her and her cat. I don't watch them, because I'm not crazy about goofy, silly stuff dealing with felines.
                                                          I'm not that strange...
                               But one of her Posts was to send her questions, any question, she said...
                            She would answer them on her YouTube channel.
                        What the heck. I've done much stupider things in my life...
                                                  So here was my question:
               " How do you follow a dream when you are the only financial source for a family with a Wonderful Wife and three kids, without irresponsibly upsetting their lives?
                                                            Easy one..."
          Her answer for it is under the title " Dating, dirt bikes and other questions"
                                                                 
                                                                    Answer? 
                                                            " Take one step"...
                                   
                                          I guess the first step is to own the dream.
                              
                                           I want to live on the ocean. A real ocean.
                                             The reality that I will die landlocked in semi- central, northern New York really terrifies me. Don't get me wrong, I love and absolutely adore my Wonderful Wife and children.
                                             I certainly want them with me.
             Being graced enough to raise my family with real and often occurring visits with aunts, uncles and grandparents means a lot. It is not my dream, though...
                 This is not a dress rehearsal. When that curtain drops, soaking my toes in the super chilled Atlantic, loses all plausibility. Life is the last blast, at that particular dream...
                               I want to hear the wind howling off of the rocks and waves and see the storms wintery blasts bouncing off single paned window glass.
                                I want to eat breakfast at the local diner every morning before work and before the sun rises. Drink coffee alone, staring out the picture window...
                                 I want to wake up, walk outside and fill my sinuses with salty ocean air.
                                                            Every day.

                                                          Reasonable? 
                             Probably not, if you listen to the votes of my family.
                                           It doesn't have to be reasonable.
                                         Yes, I know it will never happen. 
                                 To quote Harry Chapin from "Dreams go by"...

                              "  But I guess our dreams have come and gone,
                                 Your supposed to dream when you are young"
                              
                     None of this fits in our one year, five year, ten year or twenty year plan.     
                                              And Heaven has no oceans...
                                            So my first step is my last step.
                                                but at least I took it...

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