This past week, I spent some time considering the cost of building my dream work – the creativity, drive and resources it takes to create something out of nothing except a perceived need for it in the world. I weighed the price of what it means to be willing to become something new in service of the dream. The cost paid in the uncertainty of letting go of the past while the future is still unformed. Was I willing to tolerate the endless hours, the emotionally and mentally taxing job of continuing to expand my personal boundaries? Was I willing to do what it takes to wade through what sometimes feels like a sea of molasses without the promise that I would ever reach my destination? For a moment it felt like I was drowning in the sticky depths of it all until my husband threw me a life preserver. “Look at how far you’ve already come,” he said.
I’ve been so focused on what is ahead, my goals, that I hadn’t taken time to look back, remember where I came from and celebrate what has already been achieved. The most significant achievements are not the ones that can be seen or measured outwardly, but those where I’ve had to lean hard into courage, develop mental flexibility and increase my capacity to be with uncertainty.
I ask myself, “Is all of this struggle worth the dream?” The dream. Yes. My dream. I give myself permission to imagine a world where we all have the desire and capacity to overcome whatever life has thrown at us, where shadows become a faded memory. I envision lives that are emotionally and mentally uncluttered, where people are free to be the expanded, upgraded version of themselves, where contribution is a natural outcome. I dream about a world where this kind of extraordinary becomes ordinary.
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