I feel like I’ve been talking a lot about dreams lately, but to be honest, that’s just kinda where I am. I’m in the middle of forcing myself to dream BIG.
And it scares me to death.
Dreaming big is scary and painful and thrilling all at the same time. I don’t recommend it for the faint of heart, and that’s exactly who I am. The faint hearted. I have this overly rational mind that takes pessimism to a whole new level. When it comes to big dreams, the glass is always half empty. With a huge crack in it. And it’s filled with bacteria infested irrigation water.
See? Serious pessimism issues.
So Jeff has been challenging me to dream big lately. I mean bigger than big. I mean, if all of my dreams could come true, what would life look like? How would I live my days? What would I do with our business? What would I have for lunch next week? So with this Big Dream Challenge in full effect, I’ve had to set aside my knee jerk skeptic tendencies and allow my head to go down that road. The one I don’t want to ever entertain because I don’t want to be disappointed. Or be a disappointment.
See? Again. I’ve got some serious confidence issues to work out here, and you, dear bloggy blog, get to witness them.
To feel a little inspired, and to keep my chin picked up, I’ve been listening to a lot of Jem lately. This one in particular, helps. Does anyone else have any pessimism-related coping skills I can borrow?