Early this morning, I woke up after having very colorful, realistic dreams. My only problem is, I can’t remember them. Upon awakening, I thought to myself “I have to blog these”, yet I didn’t write them down in my trusty notebook that is laying on the table beside my bed.
Dreams are funny like that. They slip in when we are in the fifth stage of sleep, REM. It’s when we our most active muscles become more relaxed. While our brain activity is increased, our voluntary muscles are paralyzed.
What a paradox.
Our greatest longings in life are our dreams. We have them, but no idea how to make them come true. Yet, when we sleep, the dreams we have are so profound, we wake terrified or filled with renewed hope and enthusiasm. How can convince ourselves to follow the real life dreams we have, without being paralyzed by the fear of the unknown?
That’s a personal journey. We are the ones that have to choose to make it, or not. Yet, who are we hurting if we don’t take the path towards our dreams? Certainly not our family, nor our friends. We’re only hurting ourselves. Believe me, I’ve hurt myself a lot over the years by not taking the path of my dreams. It’s left me unsatisfied, feeling empty and lost.
Am I following them now? No. But I want to follow my dreams. Badly. The last three months have been a test in my faith, confidence and self-esteem. I feel as if I’m standing at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, staring up at a sheer cliff face, wondering how I’ll climb out.
I go back to what my friends would tell me. Michele would tell me to “be true to myself” and that if I’m not, I’m “not living a bona fide life”. Katja would tell me “if you’re not living life to the fullest, you’re not living”. Amy would tell me to pick myself up, get over it and get moving.
I hear you my friends…and I’m trying. It’s time I follow my dreams and create the life I want to live. One spent chasing my dreams.