10/05/2025
An interesting question that came up in therapy this week was if I'm dreaming big enough.
My dream is to buy a little campervan in which to live full time and travel around Europe. I'll have some kind of remote job so I can work on the road. I'll wait til the kids are old enough that they'll either have their own home, or they can live with their dad. They'll have some kind of base.
I hadn't for a moment considered that I could have my own base too - perhaps the cottage I've also been dreaming of on a plot of land, where I'd have a pet goose, duck and goat, space to grow my own food, read books in the shade under the large magnolia tree. That my campervan could sit on the driveway ready for the next adventure. And I don't have to limit my travel to Europe necessarily...
I feel like daring to have one dream is already pushing my luck, and I wouldn't want to jeopardise it by being "greedy".
This is new territory for me anyway, because for a long time I've just been focused on surviving the day, and I couldn't plan for a future that I wasn't sure I'd even be around for.
I'm trying to learn now that it's OK to dream big. It doesn't mean I'm greedy or selfish. I'm allowed to want things for myself. It is safe to accept the good things that come my way without the fear of the bubble bursting.
I am not just tolerated by my friends, family, and workplace; I am loved and welcome.
I am worthy and deserving of a happy and fulfilling life that I can choose for myself, and I do not have to apologise or feel guilty for it.
I can dream as big as I like ✨️