Yesterday I tweeted “One of those days when you make your dreams come true”. Then, I showed my mum a couple of photos of me, making my dream come true but never mentioned the word “dream” and mummy said “Dreams come true”… she doesn’t have twitter, we just were n’sync.
Dreams can be those non-sense images we see when we are sleeping, dreams can be those images we create for those things we want to accomplish, dreams can turn into nightmares if not well managed but this weekend I’m making a few dreams come true but the credit is not only mine, the only credit I get is how fucking brave I am, how brave I always want to be, how mental I sometimes think I am when I hold a ticket in my hand and realise that I’m about to go to somewhere completely new just because I said I would do it… that is mine and mine only and that feeling is my drug.
Dreams can also be alerts of what we are really thinking, they sometimes represent our biggest fears, our goals, and sometimes if we are lucky enough, we listen to those who are gone or away. I’ve been that lucky, I’ve heard my dad, I’ve felt my Georgie, I’ve seen my grandpa (who I never met)… Therefore, I am an inveterate dreamer.
This week I made a diplomatic visit. More details in photos coming up but it felt like my very fist diplomatic visit and I’ll cherish that moment forever. I want to be a diplomat, not sure how I’m gonna make it or in which way but I’m on my way… but meeting this King was and will always be my first diplomatic visit.
Anyway… that was a dream I had, and I accomplished it with the support and cheering from those who believe in me.
I’ve also dreamt on being in international conferences and just today I had a facebook memory of me speaking at the COP24 in Poland last year… how amazing is that!!!
The path has not been easy but maaan it has been worth it.
More happiness in this blog entry is the fact that I’ve talked to my best friends all along… my 3 girls called me at 3h34am just to say hello and gossip a bit, the gossips were mostly telling me that a few girls in Cuenca are pregnant and planning pregnancies and there I was in an Airbnb in the northest I’ve ever been not knowing how I am going to financially survive the next couple of weeks until I get my expenses back and my salary paid but who cares!!! I am in Sweden ffs and about to take another flight to London to go to winter wonderland!!! If that is not fighting for your dreams, then wtf is it!!!
I also talked to my best friend forever, that friend who knows my deepest fears, I told him I was scared of being so happy cuz I don’t know if I deserve it… He said fuck it! You deserve it, you have to believe you deserve it cuz you do! And I believe him.
Mummy is in the US, sent a video of my little cousin, who I like to think is like a little brother to me, he’s singing those songs I used to sing when I was a kid and when I listened I broke into tears, that kid is having my mum as a teacher and he doesn’t know how lucky he is… how he's going to be taught to fight for his dreams too.
Sis is fighting for her own dreams as well, scared of not accomplishing them on time but she will… if there’s someone stronger than me, it’s her and I believe in her as much as believe a God exists, as much as I believe that dogs heal, as much as I believe that we’re all gonna be just fine cuz I dream with that. I dream on being at peace with myself, with daddy’s wishes and just keep going.
Once again, here I am, listening to Coldplay… I think people think I’m drunk or high for the way I write and smile and just feel that music in me and how happy I feel, and how excited I am to see Seamus and London again, to go to winter wonderland, to see those friends that have “adopted” me and care about me more than many other "so called friends" in Ecuador ever did… but that’s life but now my life and mostly my head... is full of dreams.
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