Everyone talks about how we need to keep dreaming, set goals, aim high and work hard. Because if you work hard enough, any dream is possible.

Bleh…I don’t think that provides the full picture. Don’t get me wrong, I love to dream, not only when I’m sleeping. I love visualizing the future of what may be.

What will a year from now look like? 5 years? 10 years? 20? 30?

Where will my new freelance endeavour take me?

Will I become rich and famous and get to meet Oprah?

Will space travel really be affordable and I’ll get to be an astronaut?

What will my kids be interested in as careers?

What will life look like when I’m an empty nester?

It keeps me hopeful and gives me something to look forward to whenever I have to wrestle with my toddler son to put his pants on as his shitty diaper flies across the living room and I’m exhausted from the sleepless night before.

But what people don’t talk about is when goals don’t work out and dreams don’t come true. Not because they didn’t try hard enough or because they gave up too soon…but because it wasn’t the right dream, to begin with.

However, they needed to go through that process of setting the goal, being hopeful and ambitious and then slowly realizing that’s not exactly what they want.

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