Tracking Down My Dreams.

Title: Tracking Down My Dreams

Today, something grabbed my attention in one of the disability groups I follow on Facebook. It was a post that talked about tracking down your dreams. Not chasing them. Not rushing them. But tracking them — like you would gently follow footprints in the sand.

That stopped me right in my tracks. Because I had never really thought of dreams in that way before.

I’ve written about my thoughts, my reflections, even my challenges — but what about my dreams? Not just the ones I have while I sleep, but the ones that quietly live inside me, waiting to be remembered?

Reading that post made me realize something: I’ve never tried to track my dreams.

But I want to start now.

I want to start noticing the dreams that stir in me — the ones I had when I was younger, the ones I’ve picked up along the way, and even the ones I forgot I wanted. I want to give them space to show up. To stretch. To be heard.

So I’m beginning something new:
A simple practice I’m calling my Dream Tracker.

Here’s how I plan to do it:

  • I’ll write down any dream that comes to mind, no matter how small or “out there” it seems.

  • I’ll take a moment to reflect on dreams I used to have — even the ones I’ve put away.

  • I’ll notice what makes my heart leap a little. What brings me joy. What I daydream about.

  • I might even record voice notes or type them in my phone if that’s easier.

And every now and then, I’ll look back at what I’ve gathered and ask myself:
What’s one small way I can walk toward one of these dreams?

It might be something as simple as writing a poem, planning a future trip, starting a project, or just letting myself believe in it again.

I believe dreams are still alive in us, even if we’ve lived through pain, challenges, or loss.
Even if we’ve had to put some dreams down for a while.

They’re still there. Still glowing. Still possible.
We just have to start tracking them.

And today, I begin.

Scripture for reflection:
"Write the vision, and make it plain on tablets, that he may run who reads it."
— Habakkuk 2:2 (KJV)

Quote to go with it:
“Some dreams are too quiet to shout. But they are always waiting for you to listen.” — Unknown

 

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