I have been in Survival mode for almost ten years. Let’s say I have been through the mill, as southerners often quote. Going through the mill is a metaphor for meaning “Life” has crushed, grind, or pulverized an individual’s world. It made me a survivor.
My dreams began as a child fueling my imagination and inspiring me to reach for the stars. However, while going through my own “Going through the Mill” process, I found myself unable to dream in life. When you are in life flight survival mode, your dreams stop. Life is hard you going from a second, minutes, turning to hours trying to get through a day, to make it one more day, by having food, water, and shelter.
During this time, I did try to re-purpose myself. I went to college paid for by pell grants and loans, acquiring a college debt, and with three AAS degrees, I cannot find work. Trust me, applying everywhere and not picky. The only reason I am not on the streets is that a family member took me in and is trying to help me get back into the regular world.
Once essential burdens were removed from me, I noticed, not only could I dream again, I could also dream for others and serve others.
I am dreaming of this kitchen, a gathering place, where I can pour love into my cooking, sharing with my friends, family, and neighbors. A place to gather, talk in long conversations, drink coffee, and believe I will be there to help someone learn how to dream again. My kitchen will be called “The bee tree – Gathering”
I shall overcome it!
Surrounded by friends and love ones, talking, enjoying each other company imagining my pot roast dinner served on this table.