Raining On My Parade


I know I have hit on this before, but it bothers me so much because it happens so often. The people who help raise you, laughing at your dreams in your face (unintentionally of course). We grow up and are told that we can be anything, we can do anything, we can be anybody. Then, you go and tell me I can’t. I can’t express how much this breaks my heart. I have had friends, my husband’s co-workers, and even some of my own family laugh and say it’ll never happen. I tell you what, my dreams are no longer hollow and I am fulfilling them. I will get to where I want to be. Some desire to be mothers, some desire to be doctors, some desire to be famous, I desire to see the world. I dare you to doubt me and I will have the last laugh. Go ahead and pour down, because I will dance in my parade with all my glory regardless. “You don’t choose a life. You live one.”

{Pilgrim On The Run}


One Comment on “Raining On My Parade

  1. I recently wrote a song about my “wants” in life, and the lyrics regarding dreams went like this: “Share with me your dreams…. walk with me to make them true…. I hang on your every word…. I’m so in love with you.”

    It should be like that. Supportive.

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