Today is my 2nd blogiversary. Which is great! I honestly never saw this coming. All of this. All of you. All this fun!
And I thought I would share with you what this blog means to me, because it is more than just words and plants.
A few weeks ago, I was pointed towards a now famous lecture called “Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams”, which was the last lecture given by a man named Randy Pausch. Dr. Pausch is rapidly dying of pancreatic cancer. If you have time, I highly recommend you watch the whole 1 hour and 15 minute lecture. If you don’t have time, you can watch the 10 minute Oprah Reader’s Digest version and get the gist.
Watching it makes you catalog your own childhood dreams and I thought I would share mine with you.
1. Wearing pink Converse hightops – Why pink Converse?
- Why have I wanted a pair of pink Converse from the age of 13?Â
- Why from 13 until 31 did I not own a pair despite the fact that I always wanted them?
- And why, despite the fact that I only own 4 pairs of shoes, is one of them a pair of pink Converse?
Because my mother said they looked like clown shoes when I asked for them at 13. My mother is a wonderful, practical, part Scottish woman who said you don’t waste money on pink Converse.
But one day I realized that sometimes you do waste money on frippery. Pink Converse are like garden gnomes. They may bring no technical value to the yard but they bring delight and whimsy, which we all need.
Childhood dream accomplished.
2. Owning a convertible – I have many fond memories of convertibles from my childhood. Riding alongside a darling, now long ex-boyfriend who drove a sporty red one, riding in my sister’s making trouble and a number of late night drives looking at the stars with friends who had convertibles.
I finally bought a convertible when the caring, practical people in my life said I should get a minivan. And when that convertible finally died, I bought another. I am the envy of the school pick-up car line and soccer moms. And besides, I have discovered that convertibles are actually very practical.
I know that sometimes, style and substance can co-exist.
Childhood dream accomplished.
3. Become a writer – I shelved this one really early. I wanted to be a writer. I have a 4-year, $40,000 degree in writing. Yet, I had no idea how to become a writer (oddly enough, they don’t teach you this in college).
I wrote a few things and when the rejection letters came I figured that I was not so good at this writing thing. So I gave up. Which you are not suppose to do, but, oddly enough, the electric company does not have a “I am working on becoming the next Great American Writer” line of credit.
And many years later, I started a blog. I knew about running websites. I had lots of websites. Not one of which I cared to show anybody nor could I brag about when I met with my peers. I didn’t think this would be that either. I started a blog because I like to garden and it seemed like a nice place to keep track of a garden.
And then you came and you read what I wrote about my garden. You laughed at what I wrote. So I wrote more. And more. And more.
And I became a writer. And I learned that sometimes dreams happen when you are not looking.
Childhood dream accomplished.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
You helped me do that. You will never know what it means to me and how much I appreciate it.



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