When I was a “young woman” I wanted to be Mary Tyler Moore – specifically I wanted to live the life of Mary Richards in the Mary Tyler Moore Show<\/a>. Though years have gone by and I love my life of a wife and mom, I admit that at times that dream still niggles in a back corner of my mind. Funny things will trigger it. Today it was a piece in our local newspaper about a new apartment complex<\/a> that is being built downtown. I happen to drive past that complex three days a week when I go to my job at Kids Voting<\/a>, so I have been watching the progress. I  noticed last week that one of the buildings had tenants (a bike on one balcony and plants on another one gave it away) and that’s what the article was about.<\/p>\n

I wonder why it is that even though many of us may be extremely happy in our life, there’s that piece of a dream somewhere in the back of our minds that still hangs on? There’s a shadow of, “what if”, or “I wonder” that can still pass over the bright sunshine of our life. Even when a dream is over, there are little tendrils<\/a> that are deeply embedded in our heart and mind. What do we do with them?<\/p>\n

For me? I’m angling for an apartment in the city when we become empty nesters, of course my husband wants to run a general store in New England or in Alaska for the crab fishermen (thanks a lot Jesse Stone<\/a> and The Deadliest Catch<\/a>). It will be interesting to see how we “tweak” our dreams together.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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