What Happened To Your Childhood Dreams?
Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.
Harriet Tubman
What happened to your childhood dreams?
When I was a kid, I was an entrepreneur and a salesperson. I sold all kinds of things door to door in my neighborhood – greeting cards, gift wrap, newspapers, and hoagies. I made money providing lawn and snow removal service up and down my street. I had dreams of starting a company that did this or that.
Somewhere along the way, I stopped selling, and I stopped dreaming these dreams. Part of it was my perceived responsibility to provide for my family. And part of it was a fear of failure. My first job out of college left me somewhat sour to the path of the entrepreneur. I worked long hours and saw promises broken when one of the business partners decided to make decisions apart from the other partner that led to the destruction of the company.
Ever since, I have been content to work for a large company. I have grown in my career and even flourished over time. I am happy with my job, and it seems to be the right fit at least for now.
More recently, I have had the desire to create something. Writing and speaking has become a way to fulfill this desire. I create almost daily here on the blog through my writing, and I am in the midst of creating with my voice through speaking opportunities at my local Toastmasters International club and beyond.
It’s good to have dreams, and it’s good to find ways to be creative. Don’t let the pressures and pulls of life take you away from dreaming.