What If You Said Hello to Your Dream Again?
At seventy, I learned something wild: you can outgrow fear faster than you outgrow a dream.
What If You Said Hello to Your Dream Again?
Somewhere along the way, we stopped dreaming. Not because we lost hope, but because we got busy being sensible.
Here’s a secret no one tells us after sixty:
you don’t have to rebuild a dream to reignite it —
you just have to give yourself permission to dream again.
Most of us were taught to shrink our wants.
I certainly did.
My second husband’s career as a classical pianist was all-consuming.
I produced his shows, booked his engagements, handled his recordings — every detail revolved around his dream.
Meanwhile, mine quietly faded into the background.
For years, I longed to take art classes from the great painters in New York City. I never did — at least not formally.
Every now and then, while he rehearsed next door in Steinway Hall, I’d slip into the doorway of a class at the famed Art Students League on 57th Street. I’d watch for a few minutes — mesmerized — then step back into my role. His dream had the spotlight. Mine stayed in the wings.
Why?
Fear.
A lack of courage to stand up for myself.
I was terrified he’d turn on me if I didn’t keep my energy focused on his success.
After all, that’s what a “good wife” was supposed to do… right?
Fast forward.
I’m seventy now.
I have my own studio. My own collectors. My own rhythm.
And I feel good about that — proud, actually.
I never gave up on myself.
But I did give up on the myth that being a good wife means disappearing inside someone else’s dream.
I’m no longer married to him — and strangely enough, he’s become one of my greatest champions.
Go figure.
Because that’s what happens when you finally give yourself permission to dream again.
The whole world rearranges itself to meet the woman you were always meant to be.
Somewhere between raising families and managing everyone else’s chaos,
our own dreams got put in storage — like boxes marked someday.
And now, when the noise finally quiets, we don’t always know how to open the box again.
But dreaming is how the soul breathes.
And it needs space — space that isn’t cluttered with fear or timelines or other people’s opinions.
Let’s loosen the lid a little — not to fix or plan, but to wonder. What if you started your morning with a few delicious What ifs?
🌷 What if I let myself dream just for the fun of it?
🌷 What if I turned down the volume on that old Negative Nellie in my head?
🌷 What if I simply said hello to my dream — the one that never stopped waiting for me?
🌷 What if I pictured myself already living it?
🌷 What if I took just one small, imperfect step toward it today?
🌷 What if I kept it close for now — like a tiny secret between me and my soul?
Because that’s how it starts — not with a grand plan or a vision board, but with a whisper:
“What if I let myself want again?”
Give your dream a little oxygen today.
Permission is the match.
Curiosity is the spark.
And joy — pure, reckless joy — is the flame that keeps it burning.
If you’re ready to open that box a little wider, I made something gentle to guide you — The Soul-Led Scavenger Hunt. It’s a short invitation back to the woman who still knows how to dream.
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What would your younger self be delighted to see you doing today?