I’ve never self-described as a dreamer; I am definitely much more of a pragmatist. I’m extremely action oriented (some - namely my husband - might read that as “rash” but I generally do a very quiet think through before proceeding to action. Although I can see how to the outside observer it might come across as an overly swift process) and I feel lugubrious if I linger too long in the conceptual stage of anything.
But lately I’ve been wondering if this non-dreamer-ness is actually a middle class luxury more so than a basic personality trait. Wow, that got uncomfortable, didn’t it?
If I want to achieve a goal, I don’t really have to worry if there’s going to be a language barrier in my way, or a set of unfamiliar rules and codes, or if financing my goal will be possible. I’m not in the 5%, but I pretty much know how to get from point A to B to C without feeling terribly constrained, and certainly without feeling oppressed.
I’ve driven past the “DREAM” billboard in San Francisco a number of times since it was installed last year. When we decided to visit it for this shoot, I did a little research about the artist behind the concept, Ana Teresa Fernández, and came across this comment she made in an interview shortly after the project was completed: “This is a time when we are being asked who is allowed to fulfill their dreams…San Francisco is a sanctuary city, so let us keep dreaming.”
All at once, I realized my pragmatic nature really is a luxury, and secondly, that I do have plenty of dreams born inside my own heart that I simply haven’t named as such.
I dream that my kids will grow up feeling heard, and loved, and become empathetic people.
I dream that my family will stay in good health.
I dream that people will learn to be less concerned with power and more joyful.
So much of my own dreaming, it seems, is born of life’s elements that I cannot really control. And for too many people, the list is much longer than mine.
Happy Sunday, and thanks for reading!