I’ve always been a dreamer.

“Katie!” my mum would say as I wandered down the hallway to my bedroom carrying my dirty dishes meant for the kitchen. “Where are you going?”

“Oh!” I’d exclaim, shaking myself back into the present moment and realising sheepishly that I had gotten lost in my mind when I should have been helping clear the table.

I haven’t changed much.

It still takes all my mental energy to engage in a conversation, focus on a movie, read an important document or just generally pay attention to what’s going on in front of me.

Unless, of course, it piqued my interest. Then I throw myself into it, immersing myself in it fully.

I’ve never been more grateful to my autopilot driving skills because I frequently come back to reality after a big daydream with no recollection of the roads I just maneuvered my car through—eek!

Anyway, dreaming has shaped my life, and in my reasonably sheltered and very blessed 40 years, I’ve discovered that I can make my dreams come true.

Broadmeadow Park is my next dream.

Here’s what it looks like:

Broadmeadow Park is a handful of acres, nestled somewhere in the southeast Queensland countryside, with a grand house for my family, space for oodles of border collies and surrounded by all manner of cut flowers and cottage gardens. There’s a pool for hot days, big sheds for dog runs and kennels, a shed that houses all of my husband’s many power tools that he’ll need to bring my projects to life and last but not least, a tiny home, quietly perched in a private part of the property, surrounded by flowers for people to spend a blissful 48 hours or a week-long retreat.

As I write this, I’m sitting in my home office in a stunning suburban home just outside Canberra. It’s less than 0 degrees outside, as it’s August. The flower garden is dormant. The neighbour’s house is but a metre from mine, and there’s a stirring in my heart. It’s a dream growing into a plan. I know it. It’s happened to me many times. It’s time for us to move on.

I want wide open spaces, to be outside more, to be warm, to breed border collies, and to grow more flowers. My husband wants more space to tinker and build things. The kids need a change in lifestyle.

And so, it’s time for us to bring this dream to reality. The current house is on the market, and a new border collie puppy is on its way. Life in Canberra is being slowly wrapped up. I own a business there, so wrapped up doesn’t mean over. It just means that it will be set up to run (and thrive) without me.

A key lesson that I’m learning through this time:

Be grateful for the NOW.

The problem with being a dreamer and always looking for the next mountain to climb is that one sometimes forgets to enjoy the mountain that one is currently standing on.

It’s important to stop, take stock, and count your blessings.

And so, I am willing myself, with everything within me, that as I pull on the strings to bring this next dream to life, I do not wish away a single day. My current situation was once a dream many years ago, and not cherishing it would be a shame.

I haven’t blogged in a long while, but it was a key part of another dream I brought to life, and for some reason, I felt the urge to start writing again. So join me as I unpack this little dream, bring it to reality, and share my thoughts along the way.

May you be inspired to chase your dreams, big or small, and never forget to relish in the moment that is now and count all the blessings that exist around you.

Kate 🫶🏻