I’ve mentioned a few times here that one of my childhood dreams was to marry George Michael. I’ve also mentioned that it’s probably for the best that never worked out since he’s (a) gay and (b) clearly very troubled.
There’s a Garth Brooks song called “Unanswered Prayers” that totally makes me cry every time I hear it, about a man running into his high school girlfriend, and how he had wanted nothing more than to be with her forever, and then turning to look at his wife and thanking God for not answering those prayers, because he loves his wife so very much.
I KNOW. You’re crying right now, aren’t you?
Here, listen to it while you read the rest of the post.
One of the reasons I’m a writer is because I’m an incurable daydreamer. I’m creeping towards forty and I still daydream all the time, usually when I really ought to be doing something more productive.
I’m at the point now where I can realize that it’s really best that some of those daydreams didn’t come true. Not only did I want to marry George Michael, but I wanted to be a singer or an actress (I would have been miserable), wanted to have kids with a few guys I dated (and promptly realized I was completely incompatible with and broke up with)…you get the idea. Sometimes dreams are better when they stay that way.
What are the dreams you’re glad didn’t come true?