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I am a dreamer, always have been. I used to whittle away hours daydreaming as a kid. Eden (my favourite blogger of all time y’all!) from over at Edenland recently wrote "I don't like the physical world .. I much prefer the world inside us." I love how her words make sense. I wouldn’t have been able to articulate that very feeling, but Eden did. Perfectly. I hibernate inside my own head a lot of the time, the real world is too negative a place for me at times. And too real.
Most recently I have put my dreaming to good use. I woke up one day about 7 months ago (16 November 2011 to be exact - I penned the date down) and realised the dreams I have need traction. The dreams I have will remain only as dreams unless I do something about it. The dreams I have are in fact attainable and the only thing stopping me, is me. So I grabbed a pen and paper, and simply wrote down my dreams. Just like that. I wrote them as they fell out of my head, in dot point form, without pause. No frills. No pretty doodling to make it look fancy, just blue ink on white paper. My dreams in words. I wrote two things I want to do, a list of what I need to do to get there, and some driving words.
I looked back at my dreams scrawled on paper today and realised I have done exactly what I set out to do. Fast forward seven months and every choice I have made has been with my dreams in mind. I have made a seriously, SERIOUSLY scary career altering decision that will change everything that gives me financial security and financial freedom. It will change my life as I have known it for the past 23 years, the time that I have worked full time. It will freak the shit out of me the day I leap without wings, thinking about it makes the pit of my stomach bubble with excitement, nervous excitement. But they’re my dreams and I want them to materialise into reality. So as terrifying as the thought is, I need to leap.
I often talk of chasing dreams. It has been the essence of my thought process for years now, wanting to wake up in the morning and feel excitement at what my ‘working’ day has in store. Real, gut churning excitement. Wanting to do what my heart truly desires – write.
And then I get an email advising a magazine article I submitted recently will be published next month.
Suddenly leaping doesn’t seem so scary anymore.