When I was little, I had little dreams. Dreams about getting my first bicycle. Dreams about getting a puppy. But as I got bigger, my dreams got bigger. Dreams about becoming a writer. Dreams about seeing my name on the cover of a children's book.
No matter how big the dream might have been, I knew if I can dream it I can do it.
Twelve years ago I walked into a martial arts school. I had a little dream of maybe learning a little martial arts. I worked hard even though I was scared that I might not be able to get it right. I even managed to break my little toe the first week I started my training when my toe turned one way and the rest of my body turned the other. But still I kept the dream. After my first belt testing came along and I didn't die from fright, my dream got a little bit bigger. Maybe I can make it all the way to probationary black belt. If I can dream it, I can do it.
The years passed, my training continued, and I discovered every time I replaced my belt with a new one, the dream continued to grow. I wasn't held back by the confines of my limitations. Instead, the challenges to overcome my "disabilities" only served to feed my passion until this past October I tested for and received my Fourth Degree Black Belt in TaeKwonDo. My dream stayed big enough to carry me to a place I almost didn't believe I could reach until I actually did it.
Writing is like that black belt to me. A dream that means the world to me. Something bigger than I ever thought possible. But if I dream it, I can do it. And there is nothing wrong with a little dreaming...
