My Big F*cking Dream

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Every day we hear, “No.”  “That’s not exactly what we’re looking for.”  “I think we need to circle back on that.”  “Right idea, wrong time.”  “Possibly too big for us right now.”  “Not the direction we were hoping to take.”  I’ve spent a lot of years working for people in order to get by, to make ends meet.  I’ve taken direction, produced exactly what was wanted, and still have been told it’s not right.  It’s time to decide that our dreams are bigger than what other people tell us.  It’s time to value our input more than other’s opinions.  It’s time to demand what we have been putting into the system all this time.  Our time is worth every bit as much as, well, EVERYONE’S. 

After being through the wringer with my family’s health scares, my own health issues, dealing with nonsense from the insurance companies, dealing with an uncertain future in a merger, concern over my job for other reasons, it hit me that NOW is the only time I have to take control over my life.  We give away so much power over things that no one has any business being a part of (unless we allow it) that it’s no wonder we aren’t able to get where we want to be. 

I have dreams—big ones as the title suggests.  Some are definitely pipe dreams, but I believe that even the biggest dreams I have are able to come to fruition with the right alignment and timing.  I would rather keep working for my own dream than worry about disappointing someone while supporting someone else’s dream.  I don’t want to waste my time—I’m too selfish for that.  Maybe I’ve always operated with a degree of selfishness, but after the events of the last 15 months, the selfishness has shifted.  It’s not about material gain—it’s about honoring who I am. 

People will say no a million times over without ever hearing what you’re really saying.  I’d rather spend my time building my own foundation than waiting for the day someone tells me I’ve got a good base.  Simon Sinek said, “Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress.  Working hard for something we love is called passion.”  THAT is all the difference.  I don’t want someone to tell me what my effort was worth to them—that will always be subjective and no one will ever see me the way I do.  We are replaceable to everyone but ourselves. 

So I’m taking the time to love myself and appreciate how far I’ve come.  I love that there is the possibility that my efforts can help other people.  I love that I cut through the bullshit and call it what it is.  I love that I fight for the underdog because that is where I have seen the truth of humanity.  I love seeing the truth in people—that we have so much beautiful potential just waiting to be unleashed behind the fear.  That it’s not all about power and hurting others—that we really can be good at heart.  I love my big fucking dream of unifying this beautiful planet in a way that benefits everyone.  I know we can.

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