Confession

I have a confession to make. I’m a dreamer. So there, I said it. I feel like I should be sitting in a circle somewhere saying, “My name is Sherry and I’m a dreamer.”

For real, I’m the weirdo that has just as much fun planning the vacation as being on it. Worse yet, I start planning the next vacation while on the current vacation. Many of you decided just now, that you would never want to go on vacation with me. Then there’s about two of you that, all of a sudden, feel like you’re not alone because you do the same thing. The rest of you… you just want to slap me.

Seriously, if I’m not dreaming and planning, there’s very little life in me. Why do you think I’m bouncing off the walls most of the time? It’s not the coffee (okay, so maybe some of it is the coffee). But when I'm not dreaming, there's not enough caffeine in the world to keep me going.

What many people fail to realize is that to some degree or another – they’re just like me. (Scary, I know.)

There are way too many people today that can’t figure out what’s wrong with them – they're miserable, lifeless, depressed, and they lack energy.

I tell you what’s wrong with them – they’ve grown up a little too much. They've lost the ability to dream.

If that describes you – I want to challenge you to take an elementary aged kid out for ice cream this week. If you don’t have one of your own – for crying out loud, just borrow one!

There is nothing like spending the afternoon with an eight year to inspire you to dream again!