I Am a Dreamer
I can’t help it - truly, I can’t.
Even in the middle of something mundane or routine, my mind wanders. Ideas, visions, and daydreams swirl around endlessly. Maybe that’s why boredom is such a stranger to me.
After I got married, especially during that first year, people often asked - “How are you surviving at home all day?”
No job. No office. Just home. “Don’t you get bored?”
It was always asked with a tone of disbelief - like I didn’t seem the type to idle away my time.
And they were right. I don’t idle.
At least not in this magical world I carry inside my head.
My mind is constantly moving - so much so that I often struggle to keep up with myself.
So no, I was never bored. Not once.
In fact, I cherished that time. The freedom of unstructured hours, the quiet joy of being lazy and creative all at once - it was liberating.
Somewhere along that journey, I stumbled upon lettering and calligraphy.
It started with those mesmerizing videos of calligraphers dancing across the page with elegant tools. I was captivated. So I picked up a pen and gave it a try.
And I loved it.
Still do - more with every passing day.
What started with strokes and curves soon expanded into painting, styling, and exploring photography techniques to showcase my work. I unearthed skills I hadn’t touched since school or my early college years - things I’d long forgotten I loved.
Instagram became more than just a platform - it became a community. A space filled with fellow artists who inspire and uplift. And I can’t thank my family enough for cheering me on through every wild idea and creative detour.
I’m grateful I took that first step.
I may still be far from where I dream of being, but I know I’ve climbed a few steps up this tall staircase - and that matters.
If you’re reading this, and there’s something calling out to you - some passion or hobby that lights a tiny spark - please chase it. No matter how impractical or crazy it seems.
Because the rest - it unfolds beautifully along the way.
Yes, I’ve made countless mistakes.
Shredded papers. Wasted efforts. Learned hard lessons.
But not once did I feel like giving up.
There’s still so much to try, so much to explore.
And I can’t wait.
