Wednesday, February 13, 2013



Over the past year and a half I've shared a lot of my personal struggles with all of you. Some would say that this is a mistake. I am aware of the philosophy that states, 'whatever you put out into the universe will return to you.' In other words, only share positive things. Well...I've failed in that regard.

What I can tell you is that the people who inspire me the most are those who've had personal hardships and tragedies that they had to overcome in order to be successful. The argument will be that they didn't share any of their struggles at the time, only after they had success. Of course, if you don't know the person you really don't know if that is true. Everyone needs help from their friends.

Since I've been so honest in the past I thought it only fitting to begin a series about my life, both good and bad. I will share in chronological order the things that have impacted me and made me who I am. After all, it is my life experience that has made me into a writer. Not to worry, I don't intend to complain all that much. I hope you will join me on this journey through time.



When I was very young my mother worked as a nurse and my father was a traveling salesman. He was gone for six weeks at a time. While my siblings were at school I was at home with a daycare provider. The first of my reflections will be during this preschool age. 

I had a dream as real as any waking experience that has long shaped my conscious thought. I've often wondered what this dream meant and now I think I know the answer. Took me long enough.

In my dream I was a kite. Not just like a kite, but my body was transformed into a beautiful kite. I flew above the houses in our side yard and could see the roof tops and distant clouds. Attached to the kite which was me, was a string and all the members of my family at the time held the string. My mother, my sister and my brother. I was the youngest for nine years so my younger brother hadn't been born yet. I was about the age of three or four. In my dream my family all called out, "Nancy, come down, come down." 

I didn't want to go down. I wanted to fly away to see what was out in the world. It felt so good and right to be high in the sky without any fear or care. As I hovered my family kept calling to me and I finally made the decision to go down. Then I woke up.

I now realize that this dream meant that I longed to be free of the constraints that my family put on me. There were many, even at such a young age. Those constraints still hold me back.


So, what do you think? Do you like my idea of sharing little stories about myself with you?


Hilary Melton-Butcher said...

Hi Nancy - I think we're all open minded enough to be interested and to learn from the various episodes and experiences of your life ... as long as it will help you ...

Also it could easily be a way to create a book from your blog posts ...

You do sound as though you felt constricted early on ... and you were ready to fly ... with thoughts Hilary

Karen Jones Gowen said...

Dreams are fascinating. They can tell us so much about ourselves.

N. R. Williams said...

Hi Hilary

Hi Karen
Dreams are fascinating.

Thank you both for coming by and leaving comment.

Denise Covey said...

Hi Nancy.

I've always admired your willingness to share personal things. It's fine if you're comfortable with it. I'm a very private person, so I wouldn't share this way, although my life has been very interesting (I think so anyway.)

But I'm thinking you are looking at memoir writing. Check it out. Just remember, memoir has to exaggerate your life to hook the readers.


N. R. Williams said...

Hi Denise
You haven't read my life yet. But I am not really interested in memoir writing. I have often wondered if we had a written record from Tolkien, Van Baum, Lincoln, in their own words we could put ourselves in their heads. Not that I will ever be admired like they are. But who knows, maybe someone would be interested. So mine will be factual.

Thanks for coming by.