How old is too old to dream?



My stable mate on Caleb and Linda Pirtle, Caleb Pirtle, and I are dreamers.

We will be the first ones to admit the fact.

We’ve followed a steady stream of dreams, one right after another, from our childhoods to now.

If you check the calendar and do the math, you might think our time to dream had run out.

You’d be wrong about that.

The only thing capable of limiting dreams is imagination.  When it runs dry, people wither away.

I’m not ready to wither just yet.

Neither is Caleb.

For us each day brings things we must do, and new ideas we must consider.

On the front burner now in our spare time is the notion of opening a physical bookstore where we can feature Indie books, invite Indie authors to sign them, bring in local artists to show their paintings, offer writing classes for beginners, intermediate and old-head writers.

We may even become baristas, which is the fancy word for people who serve coffee to the vagrants, I mean book lovers,  who hang out in the bookstore.

I might get one of those tall chef hats while I’m at it.

I know I am not alone in my dreams for I meet old guys all the time who are in the same boat.  One really old guy, even older than Caleb (lol), told me the other day: “When you stop moving, they throw dirt on you.”

I plan to avoid the dirt-throwers of the world as long as possible.

I also try to avoid the naysayers.

Anybody can list a dozen reasons why a project won’t work.

No thanks.  I prefer to run with a guy who is willing to go all in, to give it a shot, to make lateral adjustments on the fly.

I’m not too old to dream.

Are you?

I hope not.

And, the next time you pray or meditate or whatever you do in quiet moments, please utter a kind word for my wife. She never knows what I’ll come up with next, but keeps dreaming right along with me.

That’s what makes the world go ’round.




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