There was a time when I had my whole life strategically planned out. Get married young, have four kids spaced exactly two years apart by the age of 28, live in suburbia, drive a black Tahoe, all while jet-setting around the world as a motivational speaker to high school kids, making a difference, and (of course) a small fortune.
Clearly, I was delusional…
The black Tahoe has come and gone, but everything else has sort of molded itself into a different picture for my life. Somewhere along the way, some things changed. I am not sure where, or how, or why… but they did. I became less of a dreamer. And while the utopia I had created for my future as my 16-year-old-optimistic-self was a bit extreme, at least I was dreaming.
Confession. Lately, I have become increasingly aware that at some point I gave up on many of my dreams. I thought that some of them could not be blended together. I thought that maybe some were not possible. I thought it might not be worth the effort. Bottom line—I thought wrong.
Today, I am almost 29 years old (God, help me…) and for the first time in my life, I am choosing to NOT look at that number as being quite so antiquated. I am committed to the idea that the best years are ahead of me. I am confident that there is something bigger for me out there. The possibilities are endless. And so, I don’t know where I might go, or how I might get there, or what it might consist of… but I will keep on dreaming.
Earl Nightingale said it best, “Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway.”
Time may be passing. But y’all, I’ve got a lot of chapters left to write…
[Update: I have NEVER had this much trouble posting to my website. Someone must REALLY need to hear this. Keep dreaming!]