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The Funny Things We Do
I still feel every year that if I don’t throw a football, for some unknown reason. Perhaps my dream of playing for a football team such as the Oakland Raiders, will be forever lost. Although, I’m in my sixth decade of living, that thought still remains. Hey, a one hundred and five pound woman can still dream. It’s not illegal. It’s my once a year dream.
I even contemplate or have, on how I could take the tackles.  Not getting them, giving them. Everyone has their fantasy football of some sort. Mine I play in my head once a year, ALONE. Like the song is sung, “Lose your dreams and you will lose your mind…”  And I’ll add, ‘even if they appear to be impossible’. It’s okay to dream.  It is okay to remain deep inside our self, holding onto some innocence of the child from within. Many times, in our darkest hours its what makes us journey on.
No matter how ridiculous your dream(s) may appear to others. Remember that’s their issue, not yours. It’s none of their business whether you actually believe in the dream you may have for yourself. Or that you may state an idea for something in your life, that’s dream-like. If it’s personal, then that is just what it is. Dreaming of something nearly unfathomable once in a while is not such a bad thing.  What I realize is that perhaps, it keeps us if we allow it. To remain child-like.  Understanding the importance of a child having a childhood. Now that is very important. Even if you don’t plan on being around children, you still need to remain with a level of innocence just to get through a day, a week, or your life.
What that innocence does that remains in us. It provides the ability for us to diminish if chose so, paradigm paralysis. The ability to chose change in order to progress, accept progression of others and a growing society. In other words, Peace. When we discard the idea of change completely; we as well may be discarding peace. And that is everybody’s business. It is partly what we are here for.---Jody-Lynn Reicher


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