How a Woman Over 60 Finally Made Her Dream Come True

I didn’t need a second chance—I needed to remember the dream I buried decades ago. And now, over 60, I’m finally living it.

The moment I realized my dream come true

When I was 12 years old, I had a white provincial bedroom—complete with a white provincial desk my mother and sister put together for me.

That little desk became my safe place. My daydream shelter. My silent wish machine.

And I remember—clear as the chipped paint on the drawer pulls—sitting there and imagining my ow…