I am pumped for this blog. I really just want to write about life and thoughts and make people think, "Wow, that Brett is so interesting. His blog posts are witty as well as thought provoking. How does he do it?" Well, I don't know if that is necessarily the feedback I am going to receive, but won't say I am going to try and avoid it.
I am frustrated that I did not begin writing sooner in my life. I feel that so much has happened within the past 18 years (not that I could have done this as an infant. Please, there was no such thing as high speed internet back then,) and I wish that I could have documented it all day by day, but unfortunately, I didn't. So I plan to tell of events, stories, and ideas that occurred in the past as well as the present. But not in the future because, well, that would be impossible.
I will not have the mindset of Nik Ingrassia, an eight-year-old boy in my 3rd grade class back in 2005. We were working on projects in Ms. Block's class entitled 'Once in a Blue Moon' where we were given the task to think back to an event that only occurred once in our lives and will most likely never occur again, post a picture, and write about it. While I wrote about the time I went to Disney Land (the joke is on them, I plan to return some day...shhh don't tell,) Nik wanted to describe visiting Greece with his family, an event that would not occur for another nine months. When Nik came to the realization that he could not present a picture of his family in Greece because this particular trip had not yet occurred, he became livid, throwing his chair across the class and screaming nonsense such as, "This is so unfair! I'm telling my mom!" as he stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut. (Nik also used to eat paper towels out of the dispenser above the sink in class as well, so this tells you what kind of kid he was, possibly even is... I also convinced him to lay down in a 8 inch puddle once at recess, but that is another story.) As pointless as that story was, it was merely to explain that I plan for this blogs content to be very real and experienced.
As we wrap this up, you may be wondering about the title of my blog. It comes from a witty statement I once said to my good friend, Jared. He was explaining how a real life event from his past soon became a recurring subject in his dreams. And then I exclaimed, you guessed it, "Wow! Truths really do come dream!" (Ba-dumsh) But this statement really influenced me to ponder the way that our American culture portrays the dreams, or aspirations, that we have throughout our lives. At a young age, we may dream to became a famous pop-star or football player. In middle and high-school, our dreams become more directed towards dating the popular cheerleader that is obviously way out of our league. But, as we enter adulthood (which is a personal current event for me,) our dreams seem to become less about aspirations and more about grounded, practical reality. We dream to receive a higher paying postion or go a day without our children pooping in the bathtub (I'm not a parent yet, but I'm pretty sure that's normal. I definitely used to do it). I guess my point is that, as we grow up, our dreams become boring. We become more practical in our thinking. "I can't move to New York and audition for Broadway, it's just not practical." "I shouldn't spend time traveling the globe so I can become a world famous treasure hunter, it's just not practical." As I get older, I simply want to be careful that I do not let myself become too wrapped up in being practical. I want to live a little. I never want the desire for doing something awesome to even come close to escaping my grasp. I need to be able to live realistically and in the moment, but let that realism become the constant search for adventure. I may be making something out of nothing here, but it seems that the reason we dream is to occasionally escape our reality. And while I love my present life and the things that God is doing with me, I don't believe that God always calls us to being content with our current situations. He sometimes calls us to get up off our butts and JUST DO IT! I guess I am simply not yet willing to give up the dreams of my childhood but, as I ponder this, I think back to what the great philosopher Ms. Frizzle used to proclaim, "Take chances, make mistakes, get messy."
P.S. Please don't give up hope for me. My posts will not usually be this long. K thanks.
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