The GrittyDare: Getting Back To Your Dreams When You Have Nothing To Give

By: Melissa Marie

By God’s grace and my grit, I sit where I am.

I lay where I lay after being rebooted in the brain by what the white coats call a seizure.

I sat in the sterile office staring at the traffic ooze by. I sat and thought and thought.

I thought so hard that a simple process of thinking began to make me sit up in my chair a little taller.

A little dandelion weed began to sprout little fuzzies in my heart as I thought harder.

“Careful, you might send yourself into another episode for thinking this hard” My careful side said.

The crazier side replied, ” Ssh I am dreaming.”

Yes, this sounds crazy I hold conversations in my head and out loud it’s not crazy its called being a writer and no, I don’t need a therapist.

If you have a therapist great if you don’t, fine.

I am not crazy, I just lost my pizazz for awhile.

Then something big happened.

I called a timeout from the doctors so for a few months after August I will be on hiatus from them and back into the kitchen making delicious meals, heading to my favorite coffee shop and having a cold one on me of course.

Living the luxury of my own version of remission which is not having to be bruised, stuck in traffic and with needles, just a breather to work on MY dreams.

I can taste the bitter, gritty medicines while I work on my life.

Dreams wait to be born.

So they are difficult, choose your level of hard because life without dreams is living without wings.

I just had an epiphany while in that thinking chair, I have wings.

Oh my word, I have WINGS!

My beautiful brain dreamt a dream, fizzled or not it will make these wings fly.

xo, Melissa Marie