Erin Deemer

For Hopes And Dreams...

Ramblings of an a accentric

		(This is a sticky post) By Erin Colleen Deemer in Erin's Ramblings Published: Wednesday, 15 April 09 - 10:07 AM (GMT -05:00) Last Updated: Monday, 01 June 09 - 10:24 PM (GMT -05:00)

When do you just call it quits? When do you just pack up all your belongings, jump in the car with your loved one and just leave it all behind? Why keep working for someone elses' version of the American dream? I don't even want the American dream, I want my own dream. I want to watch the sun rise while I'm fishing in my kayak or enjoy the smell of a forest morning as I am screaming down some divine single track. I want to jump on my motorcycle and enjoy the sounds of the motor and the wind. I want to work on my book all day until my eyes are blurry. I want to watch the sunset on the water as practice yoga on my gazebo. I want to be called strange and eccentric when my neighbors spot me dancing in the rain.

I dream of traveling to Africa and trying to bring happiness and joy to someone who has not experienced much of it. I dream of crying over the injustices of world and knowing that most things will not be fixed. I dream about not worrying about my brothers and the choices they may or may not make. I dream about my parents having the retirement they deserve. I dream about saving the world, but will settle for saviing maggie the magpie, or a baby squirrel in a hurricane. But in all those dreams, I never dream of the American Dream.

I live by my own code of honor and my own standards. You may be holier than I am and you are welcome to it. I often don't pay attention to conversations, but am always there if someone needs me. I can't say that I won't judge, but I will always try to be understanding. I love fiercely and often try to protect the people that should be protecting me. I want to enjoy being young now, and don't want to waste these years working to put money in someone else's pocket. Why work your young years so you can enjoy your older ones.

So I am rejecting the American Dream and embracing my own. So as I sit here on my gazebo, enjoying the sounds of Florida and the breeze that every so often stirs my hair, I am going to dream of my dream. Because right now, I am just me. Not the person that some may want me to be. I am not a financial success nor am I someone's hero. I am one hundred percent me, and I will live my dream

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