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