Dreams Can Come True Joy

Some friends of mine always tell me that I am too pessimistic whereas some cannot imagine a happier girl than me because I usually avoid complaining. Well, I guess I’m everything at times: sad, annoyed, frustrated, angry and just calm, happy and dreamy.

This morning I saw a dream that was so real. I saw someone I haven’t met for real yet but really want to see. I could see this person’s smile, waving my way and saying something I could not hear. This dream made me both – happy and blue…I was happy to see my friend but it was just a night dream. Nothing real. Just my emotions that were almost real. And God only knows if I am ever going to meet my friend. Maybe I will this year. Maybe never. Maybe this dream will just stay my dream. But I am happy I keep on dreaming. It means I am not old yet! It means I am  braver than I think....

This afternoon I finally had a short but very warm online meeting with my brother from Brazil. It was so amazing to have a small talk to him. I’m happy to be his little sister. We didn’t have much time to chat but even that little time we spent made me feel better.

This evening I was feeling exhausted and a bit sad. But thanks to my wonderful friend from Spain I had the time of my life. We were practising Spanish together. Haha…I’d better say he was helping me and I was practising. And I must tell you I still remember some grammar rules and even could translate some sentences today! I felt slightly proud of myself. Happy. Yeah. Happy. ;) But that would not take place without my dear friend Sergio. He is the sunniest Spaniard I have ever met. He is very talented at making me smile and warm. I am lucky to know him. It only sucks we’re miles away. But I’m crazy to dream of travelling to Spain one day too. If God wills, I will be happy to do that.  Let's see if I can write about it one day...(?)

I’m endlessly grateful for my dreams, for this evening filled with Spanish tricky verbs.  I am happy to see some little progress I’ve made.  I dream of speaking Spanish well enough to have a Spanish blog one day. But even if it is not destined to happen I am happy to know such people like my Brazilian brother, like my Spanish friend. I’m happy to realize that some people who live in different parts of the world think of me every day. It means a lot. It means they are written in my hearts.