Big Dreams

For as long as I can remember, I've been a dreamer. Not just the during sleep kind. No, I had my sights set high from the day I learned I could be anything I wanted to be. It started with a prima ballerina when I was just 2, it turned into a singer when I was 8, moved to a professional volleyball player when I was 12, a surgeon when I was 16, and then to a lead on Broadway when I was 17.

I like to think that I've always held onto that big dreaming persona, it's just that my big dreams have changed into things that are slightly less "exciting." Things I dream of now are things like working for God in Africa, falling in love, traveling with my future spouse, having a family, and instilling those dream-big values in my own kids someday. I suppose my alternative view on the future happened when I started to see myself as less important, and began to focus my life on others first. And honestly, until I just reread that first paragraph for any overlooked grammatical errors I hadn't realized that all my young dreams had a selfish focus. I wanted them for the prestige, the money, the lifestyle, but not for doing good for others. And that's where I'm at now. I'd rather focus my life on serving others than making it big for myself. I think deep down I've always found my joy in seeing others succeed than when I succeed myself.

Shoot, I think that's something worthy of being painted in over-sized font right above my computer so I'll look up and see it everyday, or get it tattooed on my hand or something. But hey, less is more, right? Maybe a post-it will do the trick. Remember this life is not of you, therefore it shouldn't be for you. Perfect. And all of you who are reading this, hold me accountable, got it? Thanks, loves.

Well, I was going to say more, but it just feels right to leave it here. Short, but sweet. Until next time,

Blessings,
Liz.