Dreams, we all got ‘em. Some call them #goals, some regard them as Disney-esque reveries for the future, and your teacher probably coined them ambitions in an effort to extend your vocab back in Grade 6.
But whatever you want to call those #bigthings that drive, thrive and hunger you, there’s some background we need to bring to life if those have any chance of coming into fruition.
And to me, this qualification is kind of, almost, incredibly terrifying:
It’s a commitment to fearlessness.
Because in the big wide world, ‘making it’ – whatever it is – requires continual, incessant, fearless movements of ‘trying’, taking a bullet, shooting to score etc, etc. You know the drill.
So yeah, tell me how ambitious you are, and talk freely about the dreams you want to pursue and the plans you’re adamant to stick to.
Believe me, I’ll listen and love every minute as I watch you pour out your oath to doing what you want to do.
But tell me, are you committed, fearlessly to keeping all those dreams alive?
Like REALLY willing to say no to things you desperately want, to working your ass off, to feeling overwhelmed and whelmed and underwhelmed all at once, to missing out on Taco Tuesdays, to risking something great for what (hopefully) is better?
Are your shoulders ready for that weight, and are you even willing to work those muscles in preparation for the oncoming 1 rep max?
Because, baby, game day will inevitably come and you better be ready.
You’ve gotta be ready to move with conviction and surety when you need to do something outrageous, to putting on your conservative adult hat when you just want to YOLO, and man-ning up when all you want to do is sulk and have mum pat your head until you fall asleep.
You need to be sure you can maintain that tropical vision even when the hurricane threatens your favourite sunset, and confident you’ll remember how you first fell in love with the sparkle of your goal.
Without this commitment, this absolute, hand over heart, all-american soldier like infallibility to completion, your goals are just pipedreams. And they deserve more than that. So do you.
What’s that saying again… oh yeah.
“I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, I’m saying it’ll be worth it.”
I waited to Friday to read this because your words always enlighten me for the weekend. I’m starting to think the Monday morning commute would be better again. Everyone could do with a bit of the Sheona Bello experiment to start the week…just sayin’!
While I was reading this I was listening to Majestic Casual, it was the first time I’ve heard this song and well I was kinda zoning out but the words in the last minute of it pairs up with this post better than Jam on bread. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joMbdOOw7as