I show up for myself. That’s what I do now.
I have dreams and goals. I want them now. Like, right now. I call her my spoiled little bratty self, but that’s not how I would talk to anyone else. So I am learning to not talk to myself, or about myself, with that kind of mean girl language. She’s actually my inner child. She doesn’t have a lot of patience. Haha, understatement.
Anyway, this dream/goal is taking more “work” than I imagined when it was simply a dream. It’s fairly easy to dream, right? Unless you have killed your dreams because of disappointment. I hope that’s not the case, but that’s an issue for another day. In our dreams, the result has already happened. The desire is fulfilled. It’s the stuff in between that stops a lot of people in their tracks. The “work” is real.
By “work” I mean showing up every day whether it feels good, feels in alignment, feels inspiring, or not. Showing up for myself – for my dream – means creating a blog post even though I don’t have a topic picked out. Or it feels like I will just be rambling on about nothing. It is these small building blocks that will make the platform sturdy. It’s the little things.
But you know what I think it is mostly? For me anyway? It’s the discipline. It’s about taking action, imperfect action. It’s the commitment – and the discipline to honor my commitment – to my own dream! Jeez. It seems like a no brainer to show up for my own damn dream.
I’m lucky. I have the determination. I have the drive. I have the heart, the brains, and the courage. I will keep going because the alternative kills my soul. I can’t do that. I won’t do that.
What about you? What’s your dream? Have you started working towards it? I would love to know that I’m not alone. Tell me in the comments.