A few years ago my Dad owned a party barge, or a pontoon boat, and was rarely able to use it. Sometimes during that summer my brother would borrow the boat. My brother and his wife would invite my husband and me to go out on the lake with them for some summer fun. We would load up a picnic, grab the dogs and go spend a long day on a lake not to far from home.
This lake was not a state park, and a thriving community lined the shores. It’s a popular spot for people to own lake homes and for college kids to party. We liked to toodle around the lake and look at the various homes. They ranged from tiny and not so eye-catching, to borderline mansions. Of course we wanted to see those huge homes! You know, 5,000 square feet, Mediterranean style homes with huge fountains and boat docks that cost more than my car.
My sister-in-law usually had her phone out and searched for homes for sale in the area, and we would search out the lakeside view. Three of us had a lot of fun house gawking while my pasty Scottish husband tried to arrange towels into a tent to avoid a burn! Ha!
I remember a particular day when we found a $1,000,000 home for sale. It was a lovely home and had everything you could imagine. But, what I remember most about it is thinking this:
Is this really the American Dream?
I don’t think so.
I would rather have the memory of a fall evening on my brothers back porch while I enjoyed the sunset.
Or my husbands mouth hanging open the first time he went tubing. EVER.
I would rather remember a campfire on a peninsula in a State Park.
Or my brother napping
Or that while I’m driving the boat and trying very hard to toss my brother from the kneeboard, my sis in law takes one of the best watersport photos of the weekend. GRRRRR!!!
For me, making memories is far more important than “stuff”. Sure, we couldn’t have had a lot of these memories without the toys to go with it, but it comes down to what YOU want.
But, that doesn’t keep me from dreaming about experiences I would like to have or the ways to better my life. There is something wonderful and freeing about dreaming, but I also think people should work at making those dreams happen.
Maybe I’m weird, maybe it’s just me, but I want to dream MY LIFE, and I want to make MY LIFE happen. I don’t want “The American Dream”, I want my own.
Have you dreamed your life? Have you made any of those dreams happen?by