"If the dream is big enough, the facts don't count...." Isabel didn't remember who said it, but she was trying to believe it...

Actually, she really didn't know how long it had been since she had last let herself dream a little. In the past, Isabel had been one of those wide-eyed dreamer's with an overactive imagination. There wasn't much Isabel couldn't accomplish if she put her mind to it. Every new opportunity was a new adventure, a chance to go someplace she hadn't been before. As the saying goes, the sky really was her limit. Life however, has a tendency to happen. Disappointment trickled into her life in all the unexpected ways that a dreamer such as herself just doesn't plan on. Isabel's idealistic world became a disillusioned campground, one she wasn't quite sure how to break out of. People just thought she had grown up a bit, became a little more responsible, a little more wise. Her once colorful world full of laughter and light-heartedness gradually became replaced with the crisp coolness of black, white, and gray areas that she couldn't quite understand. Isabel, by all means, had become someone who took things too seriously, including herself. She so wished she could believe that everything that had happened to her in life up to this point, the reality that she knew, didn't count. Isabel so desperately wanted to believe that her dreams were still possible despite all the obstacles telling her otherwise. There was a fine line to walk between dreaming and reality, acceptance and tenacity. Soul searching wasn't easy, nor were the answers she was looking for.