When 6 year old Dreams Don’t Go as Planned

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I very distinctly remember in elementary school that at the end of the day, when I got on the bus to ride home, I would think back on my day. I would process the good things that happened, as well as the bad. If nothing considered bad happened, it would be a good day. If something “bad” happened? Well…then the whole day was bad! And if that day was considered bad, then I would dream about my future. 

The dreams of my 6 year-old mind contained the following:

  1. Become Homecoming Queen (Nope…Though one of my best friends was!)
  2. Get married right after College (Nope…)
  3. Travel the world (Still working on it…)

All the dreams I had for myself in Elementary, Middle, and most of High School didn’t happen. A lot of them were close to happening, but didn’t. And that hurts. When your dreams are going as planned and then suddenly fall apart, it hurts more than anything in this world.

In the age of Fear of Missing Out, I am the Queen of it. Moving to new places and starting new jobs can all be draining. You wonder if there are others like you. Others who worry if this is all there is to life? That all your dreams will be just that, dreams.

You are not alone, I’m right here with you.

But what I’ve come to realize is that dreams are like playdough. They can be molded and reshaped if you don’t like how things turn out. They can become great cookies of starting your own business, or a beautiful butterfly of getting a Masters degree. They can morph from an ugly looking dog of a relationship to a precious octopus of a family. I have hope and faith it will happen to you and me.

And sometimes, like a few of my 6 year old dreams, the playdough gets so entangled and becomes a colored mess that you need to just throw it away. It’s not that the dream wasn’t beautiful at one point, it just was time for some fresh playdough. And that fresh playdough is ready for you to make something magical out of it.

Make something out of your dreams. Mend them and mold them as you grow. Most times, like me, your dreams won’t end up as you expected. But I can promise that with the hand of God in your dreams, amazing things WILL happen!

So, ya wanna know what my dreams are now?

  1. Continue to become a woman who loves the Lord and is as steadfast as Ruth
  2. To love people beyond my capacity
  3. Create meaningful relationships
  4. Become a mentor to someone
  5. Live without FOMO (Still a work in progress 😉 )
  6. Create a blog where people can come and feel understood
  7. Get married to the man who is God’s best for me, whoever that may be

Oh, and that note? It was handed to me last week by a little girl who I’ve never seen before and probably won’t see again, but who was around 6 years old. Pretty cool huh?

A Mole Hill Into A Mountain

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Last weekend I decided to go on an adventure. It was sunny out and I didn’t have a care in the world, so my friend and I decided to go. It’d been so long since the beautiful rays of sun hit my face. I strapped on my Bean Boots from L.L. Bean (aka my Adventure Boots) and started off. My destination would be a “mountain” I’d heard my friends rave about for years. As we were driving down the dusty roads I noticed that everything around me was…well…flat. Winston, my British gps, notified me that I had in fact arrived at my destination. I again looked around. There was a house on one side of me and a semi-forested rock formation by a river on the other side. I got out of the car and couldn’t believe what I saw.

This “mountain” was merely a steep hilly rock formation that was a quarter of a football field wide and didn’t look tall at all. I grumbled to myself how we’d driven all this way for nothing. Quite the attitude for a self proclaimed aspiring adventurer, huh? But with the promptings of my friend and a little tough love, “Would you want to fall off of it? No? Then it’s not little”, I started up the….hill.

At first it wasn’t difficult at all, as the trail had been worn by many others. But as we ascended higher and higher, the rocks became a little more steep, and my attitude became a little more humble with every step. After the final push up the rocks I stood on the top of the hill and looked around me for miles and miles. It was pure beauty. Out in the middle of nowhere was something truly spectacular.

Sitting on the hill which I now lovingly call my little mountain, I reflected on the short journey I just took. I had assumed that just because something didn’t look as impressive as I thought it should, it didn’t matter. My mind became set in stone (get it, stone!? I digress). But what I found out, was that even if things disappoint you or you don’t feel like something matters, it does. That translates to life as well. Just because you don’t have the money to travel all over the world doesn’t mean you can’t find adventure. Just because you have no time doesn’t mean you can’t get outside and de-stress a little. And most importantly, just because you don’t feel like you’re worth it, doesn’t mean that you aren’t.

My little mountain taught me many things this week, to which I am very thankful for.