dreams and goals

I realized something this morning that felt quite profound.

I have a lot of dreams. I’d rather not state them specifically here, but in the land of dreams are ways I spend my days. What those days actually look like. Feel like. Are.

But I realized today I hadn’t made those dreams into goals. Because I haven’t really believed they could happen.

If, for example, my dream was to go move to Paris, but I did no work on how to actually get there, it would just remain a dream.

But on the other hand, if I spent time researching where to live, establishing a budget, understanding immigration requirements, learning the language, setting aside money, and ACTUALLY BUYING A FUCKING TICKET, then, that would be making a dream come true.

I realize this doesn’t sound all that profound, but it just hit me how many yearnings my heart has that I’m ignoring.

So, I took the scary shift today to actually move one of those dreams into the goal category. Not a “someday, maybe.” A goal.

Because enough already.