dreEeEeam, dream, dream, dream...

i'm a dreamer, an extraordinary dreamer.  if i think about it, my dreams could compare to Joseph's.  they are elaborate, full of grandeur, and enormously story filled.  the only difference being, his came from GOD, mine came from insecurity.  can you sympathize?

 (can you guess which one i am?  i'll give you a hint - i don't have a b-day hat on.)

as an overweight little girl, i dreamed of walking into a class reunion of friends looking like a super model.  all the boys would want me, all the girls would hate want to be me.
as a direction-less high school senior, i dreamed of being a psychologist and helping out all of those who had issues and making everyone feel loved.  i also wanted twins.
as a lonely, heart-broken college girl, i dreamed of a prince, no more of a super man.  he would be able to hold me when i was down, know all my thoughts, fix all my problems, and believe that i was IT!

SLAP, SLAP - do we have a heartbeat?  begin CPR...

as the first breath reaches my lungs, i realize that i will always be me, however my weight chooses to fluctuate.

three chest compressions later, i realize that my reality is just that reality.

as they stop to listen for my breath, i realize my man is just ordinary.  an ordinary, good, hard-working, making those guy mistakes kind of man.

i BREATHE - thank you LORD that i am ordinary.  i could never have dreamed of this life.  i was never taught to dream ordinary.  i never saw movies, tv shows, or read magazines about ordinary people and their ordinary lives.  i love this!  i am content with ordinary.

what were your dreams?  were they ordinary?