Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
I’ve been watching this show on Netflix called “In the Dark” It’s basically about a girl that turns blind at about 14. The scene takes place 7 years later, as she is 21 now. She is basically a spoiled brat, drinks too much and doesn’t listen to anyone.
I relate to this girl. She is blind. Maybe I am too.
She has a guide dog, named Pretzel.
When I came back to my old stomping grounds, I just knew life was gonna be an adventure again. It certainly has been that. I got the privilege of seeing my childhood bestie’s family from a time not so forgotten.
Lost a very close father figure for me.
When we arrived here, my son and I were very grateful and excited for new opportunities, for better dreams to come. My son, spending some time with his paternal family; me as well.
I needed to know that I was still capable of taking care of myself. In the last 3 years; I have certainly done that.
I found my dream job- A Park Ranger. I even bought a 5th wheel trailer and moved where I worked. A campground nestled in the Sierra Nevada Foothills. Sure beat working in a cubicle somewhere
A lake, boathouse, beautiful scenery and wildlife everywhere
My co-workers had been working here for 15-20 years or more, so I was the outkast…the newbie. I have always been a little different, I get used to being someone’s novelty; so it didn’t really bother me at first about everyone wanting to know who I was and why I kept to myself all the time. Until the rumors started getting vicious:
Who I dated, or presumed to be dating; male co-workers being too flirty, to the point of feeling uncomfortable, me being a gold digger and so on…..
I had been a Supervisor for 3 seasons, even “Covid Season” I’ve even experienced a brand new RV have its brakes fail and the wife flew out of the window and died. It’s been a learning experience for sure.
I am learning and growing you see. I am not that 19 year old, sporting a kid on my hip looking for a father and husband any more. I had to know I was able to take care of myself. And I did just that. Even with the bullying and name calling at that very place that was supposed to be my home.
I wasn’t exactly a farm raised daughter. I had to figure things out on my own. All the men I tried to make a home with that had other intentions. I was always told how to behave, and if I didn’t, how I was punished.
It took a lot of years to break that cycle of abuse and trauma bonding.
Now, I am learning the difference between walls and boundaries.
I am also learning, even I can have dreams. And those dreams can come true.
With Hugs and Hope
Diane
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