Dreams and Wishes


The other day my long time friend and hairstylist- gosh, we have been together 11 years(!)- was telling me about her little girl asking her the difference between wishes and dreams. Jennifer very wisely answered her, “well, wishes are things you hope for, and dreams are things you work for.” What a fantastic answer! She went on to explain that wishes may not come true because of circumstances out of our control,  and we can learn to cope with being OK with that.  She then stated to her little girl that dreams are even bigger and can come true with hard work, something we can control. Her lesson to her little girl spoke to me.

Now your dreams can’t be something like mine- I dream of being taller.  OK, so I wear platforms, problem solved, and by night I am back to my midget self, while my big boobs are nightly tossed on the floor in the form of my push-up, uber padded, wanna-be-a-woman-not-a-12-year-old-boy bras. Then I cope with the fact that I am still short and microscopic-chested.  I think I will call these dream downgrades or semi-wishes-come-true since there was no work involved but keeping my clothes on.

For a long time I  dreamed of someday riding my bike to market, with a basket attached, wind in my hair, and a huge smile on my face. And in that basket, a loaf of bread from the market.  I dreamed that the place would be small and quaint, a step back in time even.  This dream was based on living in Germany and enjoying bike rides with a destination, not simply a workout. One of pedaling around a  pretty place, full of activity and new aromas, and people from all over, new languages tickling my ears.  I knew I would never live back in Europe  since our lives and jobs, by choice,  are here in the US. So when and where would this dream come true?   Then Manderley Cottage came along, a dream come true, one of hard work, sacrifice, wonder, and curiosity.

A fortnight ago while pedaling home from market through Colonial Williamsburg with the sun and a smile on my face, aromas of wood smoke and homemade soap in the air, and people with their languages from all over the world surrounding me,  a tourist nudged her friend to look my way while excitedly shouting, “Look, there’s a girl with a loaf of bread in her basket!”

Don’t just wish. Dream. And dream the impossible.
Then work like your Life depended on it. Because really, it does.


  1. Posted October 11, 2013 at 7:17 AM | Permalink

    Robin, you have put some new thoughts into my head this morning. I really enjoyed this post. And that pic of you on your bike with a “loaf of bread”….you know it is priceless.

  2. Coconut
    Posted October 12, 2013 at 2:51 AM | Permalink

    Well said about dreams and wishes.

    Well done on making yours come true. 😀

    For what it’s worth, take it from me that there is nothing fun about having a large bosom. 😛 😉

    It’s not that I want to look like a boy (and you do not, by the way), but I would definitely like less on top.

    Clothes would fit better, summer would be a lot more comfortable, certain sports easier, and don’t even get me started on feeling like a trussed up turkey in various brassieres. 😀

    Of course, I would never tell someone what to dream.

    We each want something different, and that makes life interesting.

    Keep those dreams alive. It’s never too late.

  3. Posted October 12, 2013 at 9:23 AM | Permalink

    Very good Robin Sue and that lady was very wise.

  4. Posted October 14, 2013 at 10:03 AM | Permalink

    Thank for a very timely post. This was just what I needed to read today. 🙂

  5. Posted October 18, 2013 at 8:26 AM | Permalink

    Now, that is the best way to explain the difference! I love that you were able to make your dream of biking to the market come true!

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