It wasn’t just the fact that I was waking up in a damp, cold, empty basement. As an experienced alcoholic, I’d awakened in more than my fair share of strange places after all-night benders. What bothered me about this particular morning was that I didn’t have a clue as to which basement this was, or where it was located. I rolled over on my elbow, wincing as it dug into the freezing cement, and looked around.
Yep — definitely a basement. There was enough exit and emergency lighting overhead to see that I was alone. The place was empty. I moved slowly to avoid turning the place into an instant carousel and sat up. Ah, there was my trusty bottle of vodka at arm’s length. Hello, friend. Oh, and it looks as if you brought a friend with you. A two-bottle night, I see. Well, that explains why I don’t remember how I got here. Hmm… let’s see what I do remember.
Meanwhile at Fubar …
Wendywoman sat her desk, daydreaming about that day in the basement almost 26 years earlier, when, at the lowest point of her life, she came close to believing that her dreams would never come to fruition. Snapping out of her daze, she looked at the copy of her new book, I Work With Crabby Crappy People, and smiled because against all odds, she not only survived, but one of her top 3 dreams had now come true!
What can you do?
I’ll never forget the first time I let someone in on my secret dream to write a book. That prompted this inquiry, “Wendy, your life is a frickin’ mess. Is that really a valid dream?” What kind of dumb question is that? Just the mere fact that something is a dream negates the requirement for it to be logical or valid. In fact, I’d probably be living in that basement if I had stopped believing and let my mind convince me that all my dreams were impossible for a loser girl like me.
Good thing I’ve never let rational thinking get in the way of chasing whatever it is I want in life irrespective of what all the smart people tell me. Yes, my life was a mess. In other people’s movies, once the main character releases all their pent-up anger and frustration, the sun shines through the clouds, birds start singing, a rainbow appears, and the person starts a bright new happily-ever-after in their life. In my movie, my massive purging of toxic emotions led me into an empty, dark, cold, unfamiliar basement. Based on the story of my life, I wasn’t surprised but instead of allowing that to be the end of my story, it was just the beginning. In hindsight, it is easy for me to look back on my life and see that every dream, goal or desire that I have achieved was actually fueled by some unfortunate event that I used to my advantage because I never stopped believing even though all logic said I should. When it came to writing about the crabby crappy characters that we all work with, I possessed a unique expertise because I am a former crabby crappy person. At some point in my life, I was every one of the Fubar cast. I had no way of knowing the entire time I drifted around making everyone miserable that I would use those experiences to help teach others how to make the best of a bad situation. It just goes to show you that everything in your life can be a tool you can use to help you achieve your dreams – you just have to see it that way. Why not let the crazy events that go on in your life be the seed of a future dream, goal or desire. Just don’t stop believin’.
A challenge to my blog readers…
As kids, we were told to dream; that anything was a possibility. As adults we are told to be practical and potentially sideline those dreams for days filled with rationale and logic. DON’T!!! DON’T STOP DREAMING!!!! DON’T STOP BELIEVIN’! If you do, you lose that little twinkle in your eye that makes you look forward to the possibilities of tomorrow. Share your dreams with others who can hold the vision along with you. When you start believing in your dreams, you start believing in yourself. You will notice that others will then start to believe in you as well. Nothing is impossible and nothing is too great for you!
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