Lately I've been doing a lot of thinking about dreams. The things I imagined myself doing, the places I imagined myself going and what I'm doing and where I am right now. I'd be lying if I said I'm completely happy with every aspect of where I am right now. But if there's nothing worth striving for, what's the point, right?
When I was younger, I pictured myself growing up to be so many different things. A photographer. An artist. A writer, vet, athlete (ha!), film maker (Michael Moore and I were totally going to make a documentary together), and of course, an astronaut. Sometimes I imagined myself being a part of my family's business. Sometimes I imagined myself simply as a stay-at-home mom, like my mom once was. The only constant was that... I could never settle on something.
And then I realized something. That no matter how old you are, no matter how much time has passed, you can still do what you love. (Or once loved.)
The only thing stopping you, is you.
Speaking of... check out this video. It's a guy who's having a conversation with himself in the past. The editing is pretty amazing, if you ask me.
His love of drawing was lost over time among many lost childhood dreams, I'm sure. But then something amazing happened. Along with uploading this video, he launched his own website. "Tell me to draw something" is as simple as that. People (you guys!) request a drawing, which Jeremiah posts on his site, and can even send you the original for the cost of shipping. And after the video went viral, those requests kept flooding in.
That's one way to take control.
The future is not set in stone. You can create it. Build it. Mold it into whatever you want it to be. Then turn it into something magical.
What were your dreams as a kid? Did you fulfill them? Or is there something that you want to do and are just waiting for that extra push?
(Photo is from our trip to Rome...another Euro post coming soon!)
I've been staring at this blank page for what seems like forever, watching the cursor blink, blink, blink, as I try to collect my words. This isn't a story about sadness, or loss, or even a story about courage, or strength. It is just my story. About something that happened that I will carry with me until the day I die. Sometimes bad things happen in order for us to appreciate the good. The good in what we have, the people in our lives, and even in ourselves...
Usually I like to keep this space light and uplifting, but today I'm going to share an article with you that's more on the serious side. I read this a while ago, and for some reason haven't quite been able to get it out of my head.
The same theme keeps repeating itself in my head... Never stop dreaming. When you think you've reached the top, aim higher. Do the things you love. Surround yourselves with the people you love. And let them know just how much you love them.
After all, you only live once.
“For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives
People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. I learnt never to underestimate someone’s capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal. Each experienced a variety of emotions, as expected, denial, fear, anger, remorse, more denial and eventually acceptance. Every single patient found their peace before they departed though, every one of them.
When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five...
