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I am Grateful to be Living My Dream
My dream is not for everyone, but then I am not everyone
I started dreaming about who I wanted to become when I was twelve years old. I wanted to do three things in my life. First, I wanted to be a writer of fiction and nonfiction books. Second, I wanted to have a small farm on which I could grow my own produce and livestock. Third, I wanted to be a mother. I have done all three.
I started working on my first dream first. It started in Mrs. Watson’s seventh grade English class and all through high school I wrote whenever I could. I wrote after I joined the US Navy. I was even published a couple of times in The Mother Earth News magazine.
I stopped writing as much as I had after I started having my children. I became the mother of three fantastic children whom I love dearly. This was the first of my dreams that came to fruition. Each of them is a unique human being, and I am privileged to know each of them and to have had some input into who they have become.
The second dream has been the most elusive. I bought some property before I had my eldest son but had to give it up. The second time I bought property with my husband and due to both of us losing our jobs in 2008, we lost our land because we weren’t able to make the property payments. Now I live on an acre and half…