I have a chair in my bedroom. It’s a simple black and brown IKEA chair. It’s in this chair that I sit and dream. When I’m in this chair I feel like I’ve been given a green light to explore the hopes and wishes in my heart. Sometimes they’re short term dreams like how I’m gong to deal with a sticky situation when I get to work, or what I want to do on the weekend. Other times they’re much loftier dreams such as where I hope to be in 5 years from now. Or ten years.
"There is something about being permitted to dream that satisfies my soul."
We get to write commentary/opinion articles which are then published online on a monthly basis. It’s pretty remarkable. We can write about anything we want. The topics vary in our writing, just as much as our varied personalities and personal stories. There’s me, a full-time, volunteer missionary. There’s a marketing strategist for a hair-colour company, a philanthropic creative artists, a PhD in neuroscience, a radio news reader, a stay at home mom who has dealt with the deaths two of her children, a web designer who is launching a food-truck to hire young people with criminal records. The list goes on.
But it’s within this group that I felt permission to dream. We talked about the people we hope to connect with through our writing. We dreamed about how our writing influences and encourages readers. We shared about what it’s like to imagine, not simply for our own successful futures, but for the success of the collective future of the Western World.
It’s dreams like these that fuel me.
To check out some of my writing - Press Service International (Lisa Goetze)