When I moved to Los Angeles almost four years ago, I was leaving my children behind. They were not babies or in need of everyday attentive care, but non the less they were my two beautiful daughters that I never dreamed I would have. The youngest, at the time was fourteen and she was the most supportive. She was so excited that I was moving to "Hollywood" where dreams come true. I had not thought of it that way and I must say it put a bit of courage in my cheeks and helped my psyche. Whenever I was blue, I would always think, but I'm in Hollywood now where dreams come true, my daughter said so. This always makes me laugh, especially the thought of a grown woman taking courage from a child.

Then as time began to form reality, I realized that I didn't have any dreams. Dare say, I had no hopes or aspirations. I was at a stumbling block. What was it I wanted to achieve when I was a fearless child knowing that I could do absolutely anything I set my mind too? I thought for days and weeks and even months. I kept coming up with the same answer. Being adopted, I wanted a family of my own. My very own, complete with same genes, temperaments, hair and eye color and similar physical characteristics. I had achieved my dream. I had two beautiful daughters and a former husband who is now tucked neatly away in the folds of my memory to cherish forever. But wasn't there something else I had dreamed? I began to look around me and at the life I was living and I came to realize that I am living my dream. My dream is the reality of my life and has and is coming true as it evolves everyday. It is a living thought that progresses and changes as I grow or stagnate. I have always dreamed of being a successful human being. Of having passion in my life creatively and contributing to society in a positive way. I have filled others with hope and joy, and I have experienced true love. I have been lucky enough to not be afraid of my nightmares and embrace them, knowing that they eventually will unfold into a wonderful dreamscape of courage and passion no matter how painful they are at the time. I just have to remember that eventually I will wake up.

Therefore I would have to say that most definitely dreams do come true. At times they are disguised as the most horrific nightmare. And never do they just solidify out of thin air as if magic. Mostly they come of hard work, focus and human kindness, and rarely are they as imagined. But they are all wonderful because you inspire them. The more inspiration one has the more colorful your dreams will be.

So as I enter my fourth year here in sunny Los Angeles, I am surrounded by my dreams come true. On my walls there are paintings and drawings hung there to remind me of old and to inspire new dreams.