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When I was small, really small maybe four or five I wanted to be Elvis Presley, not be like him but be him. I loved him so much and could sing all his songs off by heart, I even tried to perfect the lip curl, the hip bumps and manly swagger. All to no effect as my blond-hair-blue-eyed-curly-haired-cuteness always overruled my imperfect Elvis imitation.
But then so did my desire to be a journalist, another dream of mine since the age of four, I have no idea if I thought I could be Elvis the singing reporter or if I was going to lead a double life, writer by day Elvis by night. Anyway, I use to pull up my miniature chair and table to sit in front of the telly and write down what the news was telling me, even though I couldn’t write and understood very little of what was being said. In crafts I would turn cereal boxes into odd looking typewriters and spend hours upon hours taking notes in squiggly hand writing that no one could read, not even me.
I also wanted to have dimples, so I sat for hours in class pushing the pointy end of a pencil, pen or even ruler into my cheeks in the complete and utter belief that one day the indent would stay. I would have been happy with just one but all I ended up with was sore, stained cheeks, but surprisingly no lead poisoning.
Shirley Temple was another idol of mine. I thought that if she could make it as a star so could I. It never occurred to me that she had been at her peak in the 30s and 40s and that she lived in Hollywood. I really believed that if I sat on the swing in our back-garden in Dublin and sang at the top of my voice an agent would discover me and I would be the next singing and dancing six-year-old it-girl.
I never became Elvis or a new Miss Temple, I really don’t sing that well, I still don’t have dimples and a star is only something I see at night and sadly my handwriting hasn’t really improved much either. Today my dreams have changed although being a journalist and working in the media is the one that has always stayed and I’ve pursued with varying degrees of success.
But when I look back on what I use to believe was possible and what impossibilities I have at times overcome I think is is well worth believing in the impossible and make it possible, dreaming big and defying impossible possibilities.
It’s important to believe in the impossible.
That is where dreams and ideas are born.