I had a dream recently.
It felt like both a vague memory and something yet to be realized.
Maybe that’s what dreams are – reminders of what’s possible – but possible coming from the truth of who you are.
The truth of who you are.
The dream you are here for.
It triggers that small part of your brain, on the alert, protecting you from:
That part of you, your lizard brain, so totally committed to keeping you safe. Even from your dreams.
And safe you remain.
Thinking of someday . . .
A day, far off in the distant future.
A day when the planets align and the moon is blue.
A day when you finally get your ducks in a row.
But (this is where your dream becomes a nightmare) someday N E V E R comes.
Unless . . .
- A loved one dies suddenly
- You get the diagnosis you never want to hear
- Mother Nature wreaks havoc and destroys life as you know it
We’ve all heard stories of this type of wake up call.
Stories of that inspiring person who wakes the fuck up and refuses to succumb to the diagnosis, embracing their dreams instead.
What if you didn’t have to wait for that kind of wake up call?