I’ve always been a dreamer but I can’t explain why. Maybe it’s that I grew up in the 80’s, when kids played outside, laid in the grass, stared up at the clouds gently gliding through the sky, and spent time wondering why we’re here, what life is all about, and wanting to make it worth it. Or maybe it’s all the stories I’ve read about characters with big ambitions, like Ramona Quimby, Age 8. Or maybe it’s that my grandparents were each creators in their own way — a poet and storyteller, a painter, a gardener — and they passed their make-something-out-of-nothing-ness down to me, helping me believe I am a creator too. Or maybe it’s that my parents believed in me with a ferocity that I still feel so strongly today.
I’ve Always Been a Dreamer
I’ve Always Been a Dreamer
I’ve Always Been a Dreamer
I’ve always been a dreamer but I can’t explain why. Maybe it’s that I grew up in the 80’s, when kids played outside, laid in the grass, stared up at the clouds gently gliding through the sky, and spent time wondering why we’re here, what life is all about, and wanting to make it worth it. Or maybe it’s all the stories I’ve read about characters with big ambitions, like Ramona Quimby, Age 8. Or maybe it’s that my grandparents were each creators in their own way — a poet and storyteller, a painter, a gardener — and they passed their make-something-out-of-nothing-ness down to me, helping me believe I am a creator too. Or maybe it’s that my parents believed in me with a ferocity that I still feel so strongly today.