A Little MS with a Little MSW

A lot can happen in a year. A month. A week. A day…

My current internship is 480 hrs. The equivalent of twenty days. I love my sleep, but for once I wish I were capable of working 24-hr days so I could fast track my way to graduation. That’s not to say I am not enjoying this internship -I am. It’s just been a long, hard two years. A lot can (and has) happened during that time, and I am ready to check this dang degree off my bucket list.

Our ‘bucket list’ is the only bucket that is simultaneously filled and emptied. It starts filled with items we would like to accomplish, and as those items are checked off, it empties…only to be refilled with life experiences. Which bucket do you think weighs more: the one filled with experiences or the one full of wishes? This is a dreamer vs. doer scenario, right? Whose life is richer? One might be quick to answer the doer’s, but the dreamer might be quick to differ.

Dreamers’ lives are only as dull as their imaginations. Their journeys not bound by time or money. To be a dreamer is to be anything, anywhere, at any time. I am a self-proclaimed dreamer. I have envisioned myself in a plethora of careers and lifestyles, and I am wildly successful in all of them, I might add.

Type A’s love lists, right? I would imagine they get a lot of pleasure out of turning wishes into checked-off bucket list items. But I would argue that dreamers take just as much pleasure in filling their buckets to overflowing with wishes; therefore, the worth of the bucket is solely dependent on the person carrying it.

Please don’t feel sorry for the dreamer who for a lifetime carries a bucket of a thousand wishes, for it lightens their load. Each wish is a reusable and accessible escape from the ties that bind. A dreamer is the quintessential book judged by its cover, yet within its bounds is a creative mind more vast than the excursions of the world traveler or the talents of the jack of all trades.

So, go ahead… dream a little dream.