Growing up, I always had dreams. Dreams of being famous, dreams of living in fabulous places, dreams of making a difference in the world. I often joke, now, that corporate America is to blame for the killing of my ability to dream big. The almighty American dream, to have a steady job and a house and a nice car, has never really appealed to me, yet I find myself working towards it more and more as I grow older. I've traded my dreams of musicianship and writing and charity for the reality of blue-collar labor to keep collectors at bay.
In recent conversations, one seemingly obvious point seems to be drilling itself into me: The only thing keeping those dreams from becoming reality is me. There is nowhere else to lay the blame.
French author Victor Hugo cites: "Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet."
In my last post, I gave a list of certain goals I have for 2011. Allow me to add another; 2011 will be the year I begin framing my life for the success of my dreams.
What dreams are you holding on to? How far are you willing to go to obtain them?
