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Dream On!

Updated: Jun 12


I was often called back from dreaming places by loud voices saying "Hey daydreamer get your head out of the clouds!" It was meant to be a reprimand but I felt it was a compliment to be called a dreamer. I am a dreamer, a visionary. It may appear that I am daydreaming, but actually I am envisioning ways to solve challenges or how to build on creativity. I dream on.


Long ago three generations of my paternal and maternal families left the southwest for better job opportunities in the midwest. They left the comfort and familiarity of their home region to risk moving across the country. It was a change of life that took a great deal of courage and sacrifice by my elders. Those prior generations had a significant influence on providing me with a birthright to experience the intrigues of Chicago, a major modern metropolitan city of diverse ethnicities and cultures.


I had access to world class museums, a philharmonic orchestra, opera, theaters, universities and libraries, enchanted paths to the arts, education and the richness of diversity while growing up in Chicago, Illinois. Yes, I dreamt differently.


I dared to break away from several traditional roles of a daughter. I remember startling my parents when I expressed my intention to attend college. I had applied to and was accepted by the University of Illinois, Columbia College and the Chicago Art Institute. My parents were opposed because of the steep financial obligations for a university education. I was deeply disappointed yet I knew it was still in my destiny to attend and graduate, from a university. I knew with certainty, it was meant to be.


Life was filled with adventures of becoming a young adult. Ten years later, as a young wife and mother of two precious sons, I  enrolled part-time to claim my dream. My dream, a decade of believing it was possible. As a first generation college student my path was filled with many unknowns. I leaned on advisors, and peers, to find my way around what felt like a labyrinth. It was not easy. I attended classes during my work lunch hour, evenings, weekends, and summer sessions. I was the first generation to participate in online classes. I persevered. Together with my husband and our sons we multi-managed our four school schedules, our family/home responsibilities, pets, jobs, sports, events and volunteering for school/church/community projects. Through it all I maintained a high GPA through my non-stop year round university classes.


As you know nightmares are dreams too. I was only a semester away from graduation when I barely survived an auto accident on an ice laden highway returning from a "mandatory" work conference. The near fatal accident resulted in a diagnosis of permanently, partially disabled and life with chronic pain. Soon afterwards my employer eliminated my job just as I was returning to work from short term disability leave, and during the week of my beloved grandmothers funeral. It's called "Un gran susto', a large shock/scare. Life had traumatically changed!


Yet I know I stand on the shoulders of courageous ancestors. My family and friends gave me strength through the hardest of times, and I was able to live my dream! I dream on.


Emily J. Guerrero

Associate of Arts, University of Saint Francis

Bachelor of Arts, Indiana University






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