There’s dream work to be done in us as we cultivate more creative lives. But what do we do when a dream dies? Hold fast or let it fritter away? Releasing a shattered dream can feel like losing a piece of ourselves. As we continue the Dreamcatcher series, Amy L. Sullivan explores the bittersweet process of letting go of broken dreams.
Sorry about that dream of yours, the one you gathered up with Queen Anne’s Lace and tossed into your chipped-up wagon since childhood. I know you planned to hold that dream and mold it into beautiful, but now it sits shriveled and useless.
See, life got in the way of your dream.
Addictions raged. The ring fit the finger of another girl. The baby went to the couple who already had three. Your arm gave out when the scout showed up. School became another unfinished item on life’s to do list. The job found itself in the hands of someone more qualified. Money never walked its way to your house. Even now, the cursor sits as a blinking reminder that your words don’t resonate with others.
Failure lingers, taunting you from the dark, and you hadn’t counted on failure; it was never penciled in. Nope, girl, you had dreams.
I had dreams, too. Dreams I held too close to my chest. Dreams I suffocated. Dreams I tried to force to fly.
But I tell you this, my dreaming friend, sometimes regardless of our actions, dreams don’t take flight, and when this happens, you may want to hold onto anything your desperate fingers can grab, but don’t. Resist the urge.
Take some time, take months, or years if you need it, but find a way to brush off the dirt, give those dreams a pat on the back, and send them on their way.
See, sometimes the dreams we want to fly need to crash so we can make room for new dreams. We need to mourn lost hopes, and then quit trying to resuscitate them.
Will this be easy? Hell, no. Think of leaving your hand on a hot stove. It burns, and sometimes scars, but it’s time to clear the runway. New adventures line our paths, and it’s time to give something else a chance to fly. Tweet This
Go for it, dreamer. I believe in you.
Take a moment to think of a dream of yours that never came to fruition. Consider what your heart could make room for if you let this dream go. Maybe it’s time to bury that dream in the yard and plant a new dream seed.
God, we come to You with pieces of our lives in hand: broken dreams and shattered spirits. We mourn them and beseech You for comfort. In Your name, we surrender our longings that cannot fly. Renew us with spring seeds of hope that grow into trees under which we can dream again.
When Amy L. Sullivan was a child, she imagined stories in her head and forced unsuspecting neighbor children to listen to tales of magical dragons and faraway places. Today she writes for oodles of print and online publications. Find her at amylsullivan.com.
Dreamcatcher is a series about being created to create. Making spiritual things. Will you follow us on this journey? Into the creating, the making, the exploring, and discovering, the finding, the knowing, the reaching. The only thing you have to be is you. Check out all the posts here.