Dream Big
A poem inspired by Lyndsay Rush
If cauliflower can be pasta,
then you can be whatever you want:
a surgeon,
an artist,
a Supreme Court justice,
the CEO of a Fortune 500 company;
you can write the next great American novel,
build skyscrapers,
race sportscars,
compose symphonies;
you can be the hero of your own comic book,
the leading lady of your own life,
the star of your very own movie;
you can say “no” when the moment doesn’t serve you,
and “yes” to the things that delight you,
and “thank you” to the blessings that surround you;
you can wear white after Labor Day
and have iced coffee during a blizzard in January,
and eat dessert for breakfast if that’s what makes you happy;
this life is yours for the taking —
you get to make your dreams come true,
to wish upon a star
and be whoever you want to be.
