Last week I interviewed a woman from my hometown who is now a Radio City Rockette.
She's been dancing with the troupe since 2005. I initially interviewed her shortly after she started performing with them.
At the time, Rachel told me walking into the theater and associating herself with being part of the Rockettes felt surreal. These were the same dancers she saw on her grandma's television set when she watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade as a child.
Four years later, Rachel told me she's still struggling to wrap her mind around how wonderful it has been to live her dream.
As I wrote the story for the newspaper, I started thinking about what that meant -- living the dream.
How lucky are we, as citizens of a free country, to pursue our dreams?
How lucky have I been to enjoy the experiences I have received working as a reporter and writer?
If someone had told me 12 years ago that in a relatively short amount of time I would write more than 6,000 obituaries, earn awards from the Nebraska Press Association and The Associated Press and come into the homes of almost 20,000 people every night, I wouldn't have believed them.
And if someone had told me that I would have the opportunity to interview people like Weird Al Yankovic, Poison, Third Day, Godsmack, Tesla, Evanescence and an entire host other well-known entertainers, I'd have called them liars.
Twelve years ago, I was at rock bottom and couldn't fall any farther into depression. Without prayer and a complete change of attitude, I never would have found the audacity to believe I could accomplish what I have.
There's a poem that hangs on the bulletin board in my kitchen that talks about the importance of believing in yourself that serves as a great reminder of all of the things one person can accomplish by keeping faith in self and God.
This fiction writing gig is a tough nut to crack, but I believe -- I envision -- that one day it will be as real as my byline on the news stories I write.
I guess, what I want to say is, if you want others to believe in your dreams, you have to believe in them first.
Why not believe in yourself? God does.