Too Many Dreams? Maybe Just Enough.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about dreams..the ones we chase, the ones we outgrow, and the ones we’re sometimes scared to say out loud.
We always tell kids they can be anything. That they should dream big. Try everything. Explore all the things that light them up.
But somewhere along the way, we stop saying that to ourselves.
We start thinking we’re only allowed to choose one thing or that we’re too old, too late, or too scattered to try again.
Lately, I’ve been dreaming a lot. About spaces. About what comes next.
I’m looking at places sooner than I thought I would, and it’s exciting, like butterflies-in-my-stomach exciting.
Especially because it’s not just about one thing, it’s opening the door to so many other ideas I’ve been holding onto. The kind of ideas that start small but grow fast. That connect to other dreams I’ve had for years. Suddenly, it all feels like it’s clicking into place, or at least trying to. And that’s both exciting and a little bit terrifying.
But even in the middle of all that hope, I find myself holding some of it back. Afraid to say it out loud.
Not because I don’t believe in it. I do.
But because I’m scared people won’t get the vision.
Or that they’ll think I’m doing too much.
Or that I’ll say something and it won’t happen and I’ll look like someone who talks big but never follows through.
And here’s the thing:
I try. I really try and I show up for my dreams.
I don’t want to be seen as all over the place, but the truth is, I have a lot of places I want to go. And I’m learning that’s okay.
The other day, someone called my daughter lazy. A quitter.
But she’s not. She’s trying. She’s figuring out what feels like her.
She signs up for things, shows up, gives it a shot. And sometimes it’s not the thing. So we move on.
And I’ve had to remind myself, that’s not quitting. That’s learning.
I don’t want her to give up when things are hard. But I also don’t want to raise someone who stays stuck in something that doesn’t light her up, just to prove a point.
And I don’t want to be that person either.
So if she wants to try new things, I’ll keep paying for the classes and driving to rehearsals and showing up with snacks and support because trying is how we find the stuff that sticks.
Trying is how we figure out what makes us feel alive.
We’re all wired a little differently. And that’s okay.
We tell kids to dream big but we forget we still get to dream, too.
Even if our dreams look different. Even if they’re wild or winding or “too much.”
We don’t need everyone to understand.
We just need to stop editing ourselves before we even begin.
Because maybe dreaming big isn’t something to be ashamed of.
Maybe having a lot of ideas doesn’t mean we’re lost, it means we’re curious.
It means we’re still becoming.
And that’s a beautiful thing.
So yeah, I dream about a lot of things.
And I believe in every single one of them.
And maybe saying that out loud is the first step.
Words from my heart:
“If you have a lot of dreams, it doesn’t mean you’re scattered, it means your soul hasn’t stopped exploring.”
