Childhood dreams

Childhood dreams are an important part of our infancy. Our parents, our relatives, our teachers, all encourage us to have dreams and to make sure we follow them. It’s important to have a vision, a plan for one’s life. Many people have given up on their childhood dreams. I should know, I was one of them. Luckily, I turned that around. The same people who encourage us to dream when we’re kids, are the same people to tell us to SNAP OUT OF IT when we become adults. “STOP DREAMING! IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN!” I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard this! Life is an open road of possibilities, so keep dreaming and chasing those dreams!

Childhood dreams are important growing up. In some way, they form us into the person we are today.

Believe me, our dreams CAN come true! Just look at me now! I’m living out one of them! When I was a kid, my parents noticed I had a proclivity for learning foreign languages. I don’t remember it, but my Mom told me my first words were in English. No idea how that’s possible, I guess I am a good candidate for a reincarnation research. But I’m serious, I kid you not.

If you ask a lot of litle girls, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” You will hear everything from “princess,” to “teacher. My answer? INTERPRETER (TRASLATOR)! At that time, I had no idea just how powerful words were.

I got my shot at interpreting and translating a couple of years ago. Although there’s good money in translation, it’s so boring and not for me.

I knew from an early age that I didn’t like numbers and everything that had to do with numbers. Give me ten calculators to calculate the same thing, all ten calculators will have a different answer. It’s not that I’m hard-headed (I don’t think so, LOL), it’s just that I don’t like wasting time and energy on things I don’t like… and will never like. I used to think this was a very bad thing. People made fun of me because of this. “You will live in a small house, unable to take care of yourself. What are you good at? Only languages?” Well, today I say to those people: “SUCK IT, BITCH!”

I still have many more dreams, one of them is to become a published author.

I’ve dabbled in writing, never really had the courage to send my work to a professional. Earlier this year, I thought it was high time to do something about it. For crying out loud, I have 30 journals! It’s obvious that I like to write! Why not write something, send it someone and have it published? In no way do I want to become the next Paulo Coelho, but I would like to be able to make a living off of my talent. Why not?

Who knows? You might buy my debut novel in a boookstore near you…