Digging Through My Dreams
A few days ago, I was thinking out loud about setting a vision for my life and how the endpoint it starts with is the ultimate dream we have for ourselves. That dream is where I want to land. My vision is how I get there and what it looks like when I finally arrive.
Simple enough, I guess. Except I’ve got dozens of dreams and not a single clue as to which one is the one.
Is it my dream to be a writer? Or my dream to be a travel guru? My dream to open a vintage clothing shop? Or my dream to have my own food truck? Could it be my dream to start an animal rescue shelter? Or is it my dream to become a professional photographer?
It’s no wonder my vision won’t come. I can’t even figure out where I want to land, yet alone what I want waiting for me when I do.
All these dreams are equally real. Each means just as much to me as any of the others. They’re children I’ve nurtured for as long as I can remember, and now Life wants me to pick out one and set the rest aside.
So here I am stuck in the middle, secretly hoping this isn’t as big a deal as I think it is. But maybe it isn’t, and maybe that’s the trick. Maybe which dream I choose doesn’t really matter as long as it’s simply one that really matters to me. Maybe it’s not about asking myself if I’d be happier as a writer or a photographer but instead about understanding that as long as whatever choice I pick springs from my deepest desires, there’s no wrong answer. It’s always a tie.
If that’s true then what I have to do is listen for signs from the universe that break that tie and point me to the dream I’m going to keep.
What do you guys think? How do you pick from among your many dreams to find the one to follow? How do you know when it’s right?