Broadway

Childhood dream!

Okay, okay, so it's not Broadway. It's actually London's West End.

But that doesn't mean it doesn't count.

You remember those childhood dreams you wrote down in your diary? The entries that read something like, "When I'm older (older, meaning 12) I want to travel to Australia and see a live Koala..." or the simpler entry you, age 12, wrote about becoming a grown up "I want to be a brain surgeon someday."

I've never been to Australia.

And that's okay with me.

I can't discount things I've experienced in my lifetime just because they don't exactly meet my diary criteria. I remember going to the Albuquerque Zoo with my family and seeing a live Koala for the first time. I think I cried. Viewing that darling, fuzzy Koala face through the glass was enough for me.

I will never become a brain surgeon (I've talked about my aversion to blood in other posts)

And that's okay with me.

I am perfectly content with helping others in different ways, rather than operating in their skulls. I can say an encouraging word or send a thoughtful letter. For me, that's enough to meet my diary dream.

I may never make it to Broadway to see the magical shows that come once in a lifetime.

And that's okay with me.

I've had the privilege to watch The Lion King fantastically performed at Disney's Animal Kingdom. Getting to view Signing in the Rain on stage at London's Palace Theatre was enough to top my dream chart.

It's amazing the things we've done or seen or experienced that we think don't count for anything.

"I'm working at a job, but, make no mistake, it's not my dream job," you might say. Or, "He's just a guy I know, definitely not the Prince Charming I was looking for," you might argue. So, your job may look different than the dream job you wrote about in your diary. Or that girl might seem to not be The One at first glance.

Those people, those experiences still count.

Meaning, I can check "see a live Koala" off my list and move on to the next thing.