Dreams
Scrawled in the front of a journal that I used in on a 23 state road trip after graduating from college is the quote, “The possibility that dreams can come true makes life worth living.”
I have returned to the place my printer lives after a Christmas break and I am doing a little cleaning. Trying to grow up a little, be a little more organized, trying to make those dreams come true. I have decided to touch everything that I “own”, look at it, and classifying it. Stuff is falling into three categories. 1) If my house burned down I would still miss this a year later (pictures, personal gifts, things that belonged to dead relatives) 2) Things that are useful for pursuing a dream I have 3) everything else. I am making myself get rid of (trash, sell give away) everything that is falling into category three.
Less than two years ago everything I owned fit into a car. I am amazed at what I have amassed in that short amount of time. More shocking is how much of it is just dead weight. Stuff taking up space for no real reason. Stuff that is taking up time from pursuing dreams.
I know I am happiest when I am chasing my dreams (which is much more fun than living my dreams). Every six months I need to take pause, a few deep breaths, and recommit to those dreams.