By Kristan Hoffman
Last night I fell asleep imagining all the things I want in life. I pictured my future home, with granite countertops in the kitchen, the breakfast bar where I will work in the mornings, the sunlight filtering in through the windows. I pictured the big grassy backyard where my dog and kids will play. I pictured the book signings, the emails and phone calls with my agent and editor, the special shelf in my library for my own covers to be displayed.
Its not easy for me to talk about these things, because I am a bit superstitious. I knock on wood after I make jokes, afraid to jinx the good things or foretell the bad. I believe theres a fine line between confidence and arrogance, and I do my best to stay on the right side of that line because I believe in karma.
But I subtitled my website (kristanhoffman.com) writing dreams into reality because thats what its about what Im about. Im working hard to turn my dreams of being a writer into my reality. And I transform many of my dreams (ideas) into real, written-out stories. Thats all Ive wanted to do since I was 9 years old, and I hope to do it until Im 90.
Sometimes its a slog, lets be honest. Sometimes I would rather be sleeping, or going out with friends, or eating a pint of ice cream on the sofa while watching Greys Anatomy. Sometimes my back hurts, or my wrists hurt, or my neck hurts, or my eyes hurt. Sometimes I cant think of a single good word, much less a whole sentence. Sometimes I get so tired I could cry.
But its those times that my dreams matter most, and thats why Im sharing them now. As a reminder to myself that Im working towards something tangible, even when everything seems out of my control and about as real as Tinkerbell. As a reminder to any of you who have dreams that you shouldnt give up on them. Dreams are part of what make life worth living.
Did I think that by 24 Id have found a wonderful man I want to marry? Or that Id have the bestest, cutest dog in the whole world? That my friends and family would still be supporting, encouraging, and inspiring me every day? That I would have an editorial team interested in my stories?
No, once upon a time, those were just silly dreams. But now here I am, and here they are. And thats how I know theres more to come. Thats how I know that if I can dream it, I can achieve it.
And I will.