Patricia Johns: Wildest Dreams

When I was an English major at University of Toronto, I used to dream of becoming a writer. No, not just a writer, because I already wrote. But an author.

That was the life I dreamed of! Writing books, having editors, an agent... I used to imagine what it would look like. In my mind's eye, I dressed impeccably, spent a lot of time in coffee shops or standing on city street corners while I chatted on my phone with my agent, or bashfully acknowledging that I was indeed Patricia Johns to a fan who might recognize me.

Every once in a while, I have to stop and acknowledge that I've achieved my dream--it just looks different than I thought.

There are a lot fewer coffee shops in my days, and no one recognizes me on the street. I do have an agent who is absolutely excellent, but she's not a personal friend, no matter how fun that might be. And while I do try to dress decently, the clothes in my imagination were incredibly expensive... and in my twenty-year-old dreams, I hadn't actually taken aging and childbirth into account for my figure.

But I'm here! I'm a full-time author who makes a living wage off her writing. That's huge. Not everyone can manage that, and I don't take it for granted for a single minute. Although, sometimes I forget that this, right here, is what I dreamed of once upon a time. It just looks different than I had imagined.

If you think about it, all the things we currently enjoy were things we once dreamed of. Marriage, kids, a house, a mortgage, your own apartment, grown-up responsibility, some peace and quiet... All of it.  There was a time when this, right here, was what we dreamed of. It just looks different once you get here. But still... I think we should acknowledge that we did it, don't you?

So here's to us! To our dreams. And to the fact that the things we currently dream about as we lay in bed, imagining our best life--those are still possible! We got here, didn't we?

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Forced to work with the woman who left his brother at the altar five years ago, police chief Chance Morgan must also face his own guilt. Sadie Jenkins’s return to town stirs feelings he thought he’d buried along with his soldier brother, who died overseas. Almost kissing Sadie the night before her wedding was a mistake—one he won’t make again. For Sadie, planning a remembrance ceremony for the town’s military men will help build her event-planning business. But working with Chance is bringing up all the emotions she once ran from. Is she ready to finally take that leap into the future…with him?

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