The mansion, built in the modern-pueblo style, popular in the Santa Clara Canyons of Southern Utah, stood proudly in the twilight. The facade of the house looked as though a child had been in charge of the blue-prints, stacking cubes of smooth, canyon-colored elegance beside each other.
Inside, the rooms were spacious with high ceilings. The stair case had a beautiful, wrought-iron stair rail leading down to bedrooms blanketed with plush ram's fur carpets. When I looked outside the west dining room wall, which consisted of a single sheet of glass, I admired the beauty of the last rays of sunlight bouncing off of the red rocks. At that moment, I promised myself that one day I would OWN that house.
I was barely old enough to drive a car when I made that promise.
I still think about that memory from time to time. I'm impressed because although I was just a child, I had such a strong desire! Am I still going after that dream that had been engrained deep in my soul for at least a decade? Hell no!
First of all, I don't have anywhere near 3.2 million dollars! (The estimate worth of the house today) Second of all, I think that I loved that house because the first boy that I fell in love with showed me that house. Had he showed me a shriveled up armadillo, my dream for a decade probably would have been to someday be a proud owner of a shriveled up armadillo! Also, I am in love, IN LOVE, with Austin, TX. Even though I was born and bred in Utah, it would take nothing short of a miracle to drag me away from my Texas sunshine and 6th street!
Sometimes we hold onto dreams for so long that we forget where they originated from and why we wanted them so much in the first place. I know you know what I'm talking about.
|Artwork by Julie D'arcy. Visit her etsy shop here.|
The skeleton of my dream of that glamourous mansion has morphed with humility into my up-to-date desire which is: A cozy, little, old house, in the heart of downtown Austin or just outside of it with a little jewelry workshop on one side of the house where I can build and create robots to my hearts content, a fabulous kitchen where I can cook all the homemade vegan food my happy tummy desires, a descent size t.v. for watching "Big Love" and "Breaking Bad", and a man who adores me down to my baby toes and who will cook me breakfast in bed every morning. (O.K. that last part of my dream may be pushing it a little…) Is that too much to ask for oh gracious lord of the universe?!
"Meg and Dia" is another example of a dream that changed. "Meg and Dia" was a fantasy come-to-life that I lived fully for six years. I had such pride in my "independent creativeness" and being an "Indie Rock Band". Now, I play in a pop act with "Dia Frampton". Did the change tug on my heart strings just a little at first? Yes, I admit it, but what a blessing it has been to be part of my sister's dream in such a huge way! I still get chills when I listen to incredible bands like Dawes or Bon Iver. My dreams, in respect to music have changed, have broadened, and I now realize as the woman I am growing into, my true musical passion is playing many different styles of music with all types of inspiring musicians across the country and the world.
Re-evaluate your dreams. Make sure they are strong and still relevant as you begin to understand who you really are. While waddling around in diapers, if you carried around miniature silverware in tight chubby fists, cranked open your cousins jaws when they came over to visit, and told them to say, "Ah", and then you turned out to be a Dentist 20 years later. Wonderful! I know that was the way it happened with Dia and her career.
|"Change of Heart friendship" necklace. Coming this spring!|
There is something to be said about loyalty. Keep that, but when your heart changes, your heart changes.