I’ve never doubted that I was meant for something more in life. Somewhere deep in my soul I’ve always felt I was destined for greatness. Wealth, fame, extreme happiness, success, joy, excitement, an all-around fabulous life is my destiny. It’s not just that I’ve wanted these things – I actually feel like I should have this fabulous lifestyle I live in my head. I’m almost surprised when I don’t find a fabulous, expensive foreign sports car in my garage or get to spend weekends at my oceanfront home.
Alas, it hasn’t happened… yet. I’m not giving up hope. Ever. Although I did lose track for awhile; but I’m steering back on course (another cliché, anyone?).
I’ve always had a vivid imagination, even as an adult. But recently I started to wonder when I stopped dreaming. I’m not talking about what happens when I’m sleeping – I mean daydreams, fantasies, GOALS! Where did they go? I may be getting older but that’s no reason to give up. Sure, I have bills to pay and plenty of responsibilities but that doesn’t mean I should settle for a middle of the road existence.
Existing. I don’t want to do that… I want to LIVE!
So, I’m working on this… I gotta fix it. And I need to fix it now. No more negative self-talk, it’s time to think about possibilities. I have so many tools available to me and I’ve accomplished so many things already – why not more? Why not take it farther? Why not achieve my dreams? Oh yeah, because I lost touch with the dreams… hard to meet your goals when you don’t even know what they are anymore.
