'The death of tiny dreams' love this 🙌 such a beautiful post! Also so cool to see that you do house/pet-sitting full time! I do too! Well, not quite as far roaming as you - we're cat-sitting in a country house hotel in Cornwall for 7 months currently as my partner's job is here for now but we've done a few long term pet-sits in the UK and whilst travelling. It's such a lovely way to travel, get to know an area really well and offer something for an exchange & look after some cute pets on the way! Just found you this morning and have been really enjoying reading your beautiful writing and pouring over all your adventures around the UK!
Thank you for your lovely comment, Elle! How amazing to get a seven-month pet-sit in beautiful Cornwall - I’d love to find one that lasted so long. Travelling around the UK has shown me how many treasures our country holds, which I didn’t appreciate before.
BTW, I like to connect with other pet-sitters so that we can swap tips etc., so please stay in touch and feel free to PM me! x
Last year I learned I have a doppelganger. I haven't seen him, but one person greeted me as if I were him. I'm the spitting image, apparently. I hope he's not the mischievous sort, lest I find myself answering for his antics (instead of mine).
That incident reminded me of a business card I found wedged into the apartment door months earlier. It was from an RCMP constable, informing someone by another name that they might have some lost items of mine. I had assumed it was left due to a wrong address... now I'm thinking, doppelganger!
Have I laid to rest tiny dreams?
I don't recall any as I write this - perhaps a good night's sleep will jog my memory.
There was a mundane dream I had that eventually died - to hold down a job. Can't say I miss it now that it's dead and buried. Maybe I shouldn't call it a dream, but a monkey on my back. Depends on how I look at it.
For what it's worth, I buried the diligent, industrious, 'contributing to society by working' part of myself.
As for fairies, they remain a mystery. If I'm a reborn Peter Pan, should I not know a few of them? Where are you, Tink?
That being said, I do believe I know who my spirit animal is.
The idea of "the death of tiny dreams" has much merit, I guess because they are tiny enough for us to do something about them (unlike big dreams, which may feel just too far out of reach). Like today when the sun came out after endless rain I had promised myself to walk down to the river - and did just a short walk instead, hmmm. Tiny dreams are so much more doable - it's a great thought, thank you.
Thank you. I wonder if following your tiny dreams can lead to the fulfilment of big dreams? Or if not, at least you’ll have nice memories of a walk to the river.
Absolutely, we make our path by walking it, and by being faithful to little dreams we then have the courage to be faithful to bigger dreams, I'm sure. Another great thought.
Beautifully written, Deborah!
Thank you so much, Jennifer!
'The death of tiny dreams' love this 🙌 such a beautiful post! Also so cool to see that you do house/pet-sitting full time! I do too! Well, not quite as far roaming as you - we're cat-sitting in a country house hotel in Cornwall for 7 months currently as my partner's job is here for now but we've done a few long term pet-sits in the UK and whilst travelling. It's such a lovely way to travel, get to know an area really well and offer something for an exchange & look after some cute pets on the way! Just found you this morning and have been really enjoying reading your beautiful writing and pouring over all your adventures around the UK!
Thank you for your lovely comment, Elle! How amazing to get a seven-month pet-sit in beautiful Cornwall - I’d love to find one that lasted so long. Travelling around the UK has shown me how many treasures our country holds, which I didn’t appreciate before.
BTW, I like to connect with other pet-sitters so that we can swap tips etc., so please stay in touch and feel free to PM me! x
Last year I learned I have a doppelganger. I haven't seen him, but one person greeted me as if I were him. I'm the spitting image, apparently. I hope he's not the mischievous sort, lest I find myself answering for his antics (instead of mine).
That incident reminded me of a business card I found wedged into the apartment door months earlier. It was from an RCMP constable, informing someone by another name that they might have some lost items of mine. I had assumed it was left due to a wrong address... now I'm thinking, doppelganger!
Have I laid to rest tiny dreams?
I don't recall any as I write this - perhaps a good night's sleep will jog my memory.
There was a mundane dream I had that eventually died - to hold down a job. Can't say I miss it now that it's dead and buried. Maybe I shouldn't call it a dream, but a monkey on my back. Depends on how I look at it.
For what it's worth, I buried the diligent, industrious, 'contributing to society by working' part of myself.
As for fairies, they remain a mystery. If I'm a reborn Peter Pan, should I not know a few of them? Where are you, Tink?
That being said, I do believe I know who my spirit animal is.
Wow!
The idea of "the death of tiny dreams" has much merit, I guess because they are tiny enough for us to do something about them (unlike big dreams, which may feel just too far out of reach). Like today when the sun came out after endless rain I had promised myself to walk down to the river - and did just a short walk instead, hmmm. Tiny dreams are so much more doable - it's a great thought, thank you.
Thank you. I wonder if following your tiny dreams can lead to the fulfilment of big dreams? Or if not, at least you’ll have nice memories of a walk to the river.
Absolutely, we make our path by walking it, and by being faithful to little dreams we then have the courage to be faithful to bigger dreams, I'm sure. Another great thought.
Exactly. Let’s both try to listen to our tiny dreams.