Recently I took a holiday to New Zealand with my sister. It’s been over twenty years since we first dreamed about going to New Zealand together. Somehow there always seemed to be something else happening.
Whenever people have asked me where I’d like to travel, my first answer has always been Zealand. It has always been at the top of my list – even though I’ve ended up travelling to numerous other countries over the years. Somehow, New Zealand kept being pushed further and further to the back of the cupboard. It lay in a dark corner, unseen, gathering dust.
One day folded into the next, until weeks and months and years passed by. Every now and then I’d come across it while looking for something else.
New Zealand was parked in “I’d like to go … one day.”
Sometimes the stuff we call daily life seems to get in the way of the things we dream about. Even the mundane daily responsibilities seem more important than bringing a dream to life.
One day… One day…
Sometimes a dream feels like that’s all it will ever be. It’s easy to give up if you don’t hold onto it.
Until this year.
This year we made it happen. And I loved it. Loved it. Loved it like I dreamed I would. I’ve already started a mental list of the things I want to see and do when I go back. And I will be going back.
Our holiday in New Zealand was like a drink of cold water when your throat is dry. Refreshing. Life-giving.
Perhaps that’s what a dream come true will do for you.