To Dream the Impossible Dream
Just wanted to say that I haven’t forgotten you all. Has it really been thirteen days since Easter? Wow! it seems like it has been months. And time is flying through to May.
Been swallowed up in the assignments, the presentations, and everything required to satisfy demanding professors who expect me to play the role of Superwoman as a college student.
At the same time…you know everyone else is in the same boat as you are, yet they take the time out of their day to send you the assignment instructions that you lost for a paper due the next day. They simply laugh when you lose your folder filled with all of their music, and just go and copy it again, and assure you again and again that it is not a problem.
These kind of people keep me believing that there is some part of the world that is still sane.
Or they take the time to keep me sane.
Take for instance, yesterday…
How come you always look tired whenever I see you? (duh?!!! 
why do you think? btw, that also isn’t exactly the thing to tell a woman)
why do you think? btw, that also isn’t exactly the thing to tell a woman)I do? Because I am! How do I look–? (I was going to ask how I looked tired, but I have a bad habit of never finishing a question…especially when I am tired)
Well …you look very nice. (a very disarming, relaxed, cheeky grin)
Somehow this person has an amazing way of being honest with me and still keeping my good favor. 
But you said I looked tired? (believe me, I was not trying to do any cross-questioning here)
When I see you you’re always like this… (sitting down and proceeding to give me a demonstration of what I have apparently been doing… leaning my head on my hand and turning my face sideways)
I was? I didn’t realize I was doing that. (I give up…I always end up giving up to this person, somehow they always end up being right)
Then I was given an order.
You go home and go to bed and get some rest. (very kindly and but very seriously as well, I think that this person pretty much figured out that I needed to be told that)
This was something I wanted to hear, but at the same time did not want to hear. Not when I have a paper due the next morning at twelve. Not when I have to search for a creative website and present to the class the next day at 2. Not when I have to…
Did I say I always give up? I started thinking they might actually be right. Besides, a hug and a squeeze goes a very long way in the art of persuasion.
I went home and slept for twelve hours….put aside everything…for the sake of some beauty sleep.
The next day I awoke in time to go to my first class, and I could not believe how alive I actually felt! And very grateful to the person who insisted I get some rest! It felt so good! Apparently going to bed at 2 and waking up at 7 every morning is not exactly the schedule to suit my body.
I was reminded once again that sometimes we have to set aside important things for the more important things.
Especially when there are not enough hours in the day and definitely not enough hours in the night….
I am rambling again…something I tend to do when I am tired. And you may be wondering what on earth this all has to do with dreaming an impossible dream?
I want to pass along to you some encouragement.
We all have situations in our life that make us wonder if we can survive through them. They may be small things…they may be large things.
As of right now, mine may be stressing over Horror Week of School. As of right now, yours may be as deep as someone you thought you trusted ripping your heart out and leaving you asking the deep pit of a question, “Why?” This song which I have shared the link to pretty much has it all.
Take a moment out of your life and listen to this angel from heaven. Little Jackie Evancho is only twelve years old…number two on the 2011 American album charts…but she is a package sent to America from heaven…a national treasure…an inspiration to us all…her voice will stun you… the sheer beauty and maturity of it is stunning, and she sings with passion and ease and comfort.
“To try when your arms are too weary…to give when you have no more to give…’
Now I feel like marching out and conquering the world and all of its insanity…
I feel like saneness in the midst of insanity and the final Horror Weeks of School are actually possible. There may just be a chance to stand strong in the midst of pressure.
I am actually listening to this while I am writing this to you…because to be honest…I really am tired.
And wondering if surviving the last few weeks of playing Superwoman will actually be possible?
For those demons in your life….
Sometimes people cry not because they’re weak. It’s because they’ve been strong for too long.
You, my friend, are running “where the brave dare not go.”
Stay strong. Stay true to yourself. You will make it…and please be fair to your body…get some rest.
For the star in your life that you are shooting for….dare to dream the impossible dream.
The world will be better for it…somebody, somewhere in the world needs you to stay true to yourself
And now, maybe I better bump taking a nap on my to-do list from last to first . I’m sure Mr. Sane will appreciate it.
With lots of love,
M.E.
P.S. There are several different versions to this song. These are some of my fave words:
“To dream the impossible dream, To fight the unbeatable foe, To bear with unbearable sorrow, To run where the brave dare not go.
To right the unrightable wrong, To be better far than you are, To try when your arms are too weary, To reach the unreachable star,
This is my quest, to follow that star, No matter how hopeless, no matter how far, To be willing to give when there’s no more to give, To be willing to die so that honor and justice may live,
And I know if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest, That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I’m laid to my rest,
And the world will be better for this, That one man scorned and covered with scars, Still strove with his last ounce of courage, To reach the unreachable star.”
To right the unrightable wrong, To be better far than you are, To try when your arms are too weary, To reach the unreachable star,
This is my quest, to follow that star, No matter how hopeless, no matter how far, To be willing to give when there’s no more to give, To be willing to die so that honor and justice may live,
And I know if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest, That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I’m laid to my rest,
And the world will be better for this, That one man scorned and covered with scars, Still strove with his last ounce of courage, To reach the unreachable star.”
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Listen to this unforgettable song: Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Have you ever wished you could escape to some place where there isn’t any trouble?
Do you suppose there is such a place?
We all wish there was.
There is.
Somewhere…over the rainbow…
Listen to this unforgettable song. Warning: you may shed a few tears. But somehow, all the stress, all the anxieties of life seem washed away…
and you seem to have flown to some other place…
maybe, just maybe…some place
over the rainbow.
Meet M.E.
I write for YOU. Whoever you may be, I hope you will always be encouraged. I hope you will believe in yourself, that you are the most amazing person in the world, because you are you!
Things that inspire me: sunshine in a blue sky, the rainbow soaring over the storm, the firefighter, policeman, and paramedic, and the person who tries and tries and tries…and still tries again.
You will find out I have a vivid imagination. Laughing is therapy. Everything’s bigger in my home state. My grandmother was born in Gohrgah. I like it classy. I square dance with Hillbillies, and canoe deep in the Ozarks. I admire those who stand strong for what is right. I want to ride in the rodeo. (Unfortunately I don’t own a horse. Otherwise I might try!) Enough about me, now on to You!
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