Buried dreams, bras, and books.

I’m in week 3 of the Artist’s Way. This week’s discussion? Synchronicity and buried dreams.

It got me thinking about all of the things that I want to do that maybe, for various reasons that I discussed yesterday, I haven’t done. Or even admitted that I’d like to do.

Julia Cameron talks about the synchronicity, and the serendipity that can sometimes happen after admitting to a buried dream and committing to it, so today, I’m going to do a bit of excavating. I’m going to throw out there some of the things that I’ve always secretly dreamed of doing, and never really told anyone about.

First up – I want to design my own line of lingerie.

I know, I know. It seems like the most ridiculous thing ever, right? But I’m secretly a magpie, and obsessed with all things frilly, shiny, sequined, beribboned and silky. And the great thing about lingerie, or even just undies, is that it means you can wear the most ridiculous colours, patterns and shiny things that you would never get away with in real life.

Do I have any idea how I would go about doing this? Not a clue. I don’t know the first thing about designing bras. No start-up capital either. Or anywhere to sell them. But how fun would that be? Super fun. It would be a labour of love.

Next - I want to create a creative empire.

I’ve always dreamed of being mogul. It’s got nothing to do with the money. I just want to boss people around.

Kidding

I actually just like to have a million plates spinning at once. The more projects I have on the go, the happier (and more exhausted) I am. For me, it doesn’t even mean having a million employees. I think I want to recreate something along the lines of Picasso, and Warhol – their art was everywhere, without being compromised artistically. I want to get into designing other things, like furniture, or having my art printed on products and stuff. Nothing lame and tasteless, of course. I just want lots of juicy creative projects and collaborations with deliciously creative people. (If you happen to be one of these people and would like to collaborate with me, please, email me at sarah@smlacyart.com – we could have fun.)

I want to meet/see the Dalai Lama. And be on Oprah.

The first one is just a random wish that I’ve always had – he just seems like the coolest, happiest dude around. I think just seeing him would transfer some of that peaceful happiness onto you. Plus, you could tell everyone you’ve seen the Dalai Lama. You can’t really beat that as far as cool goes.

Oprah is like this love-hate person. You either love her or you hate her. I know a lot of people who hate her, but I have major admiration for this woman. She went from nothing to mogul (see above). You gotta have respect for that. So sitting on that couch, having a conversation with her would be pretty amazing.

I want to live in a big, rambling, Jane Austen-esque house.

This is mostly because I’m a dork. I love Jane Austen. I love period houses. It was inevitable that the two would combine into one major Want. It’s going to be covered in ivy, with leaded glass windows, and plaster walls (no drywall for me!) and fireplaces galore. And a window seat. And maybe a turret. With damask wallpaper on the walls, and lots of trinkets and junk everywhere. It’ll be super cozy and yummy, and I’ll just hibernate in there all winter and paint and read and design bras.

I want to write a book. And secretly, I love to write.

I’ve always wanted to write a book. Maybe a self help book. I don’t think I could write fiction, although I used to when I was younger. But it’s not really me. I want to write books that will help people, and make them feel better about their lives and themselves. Maybe one will be about coping with CFS (a book version of the CFS Ninja perhaps?) and maybe another will be about loving yourself. I’m not sure yet. I just know that I really want to write a book one day, when I’ve got my own self loving under control.

I don’t often admit that I love to write. I think maybe its because my boyfriend is a writer, and he’s so good, I just feel like a fool, hacking away at the words on this blog. (Confession – when he started reading this blog, I was absolutely terrified. I was convinced he was going to tell me that I was terrible and that I should stop before I started making people’s eyeballs bleed and their brains melt.)

So there, I said it. I like to write. Can I hide under the covers again now?

Alright, I think that’s it.

I’ve covered my major secret dreams. There’s probably some others kicking around, but these are the ones I really think about when no one is watching.

Some of them seem so grandiose, and others seem so wacky (Hello? I want my own lingerie line) that I’ve just dismissed them as being unattainable.

But maybe I’ll give them a second chance. Writing them out here, they don’t seem quite so nutty anymore. And maybe even a little bit believable. And goodness, do they ever seem fun. A lot of work, yes, but whoever said that work and fun can’t be in the same sentence?

So there ya go, Universe. I’ve declared out loud my secret dreams. Its your turn – I’ll be keeping an open mind.

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