What makes us put off our dreams because I don’t get it
I knew this girl once.
She let her fears control her.
We’d go on walks. We’d go to lunch and she’d share her dreams in such elaborate detail I believed they were real. I believed she was on the track to take that first step any day.
So I asked her, “When are you planning to start?”
She stopped. Her eyes got big, and she said, “Well, I just hadn’t thought about that part.”
I haven’t talked to this girl in years, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think about her. I wonder if she ever started. I wonder, what is it about fear that is so darn powerful?
I remember the exact moment I realized I wasn’t making my dreams happen. It was the advice of my husband years ago. We talked about my career and if I could do that one thing, what would it be? I said, well, I want to write. And he chuckled then and responded (not in these exact words), “why fill your time with stuff that doesn’t matter? Do what matters and write.”
Now, if I don’t do a little something everyday, I feel extremely agitated. It’s like I’m putting off something inside that has to get out. Years ago I was a gym junky and if I missed a workout, I sort of felt the same way. Upset. Antsy. But now, the feeling means so much more. I can’t wait for tomorrow. Even if I stay up later than I want to, and I write for maybe an hour, and even if whatever I wrote wasn’t good, I did something. I can push those words around the next day. I felt like I’d done something huge, and I feel good about myself.
And I do, I haven’t stopped since, and I’m getting better at it everyday.
So I guess my question becomes this, what makes us wait, and what was it for you that helped you put your best foot out there?