Fighting for My Dream

A dream is easy to have when things are going your way. It’s in the moments when nothing seems to be working out that we are faced with the question of, “How badly do I want this dream to come true?” We can say that it wasn’t what it was all cracked up to be, that we want a new dream instead. There’s nothing wrong with changing our minds, if that is what we really want. Or we can stick it out and fight for it.

For the first time, I have to fight for the life I want to have. I’m lucky because I had an easy upbringing; my parents loved me, I had everything a child needs to succeed and then some. But now, now that the protection of schooling is over I have to make a choice that will affect the rest of my life. It’s up to me to provide for myself; no more hand holding.
I have to fight for the life I want to life. I want to live out God’s will for my life, true, but that does not mean I can lounge around the house, surf the net and watch Netflix to my heat’s content as I “wait” for God to show up and tell me what to do. I have to leave the house and actively look for ways to achieve my dream, because it’s not going to show up on the latest Netflix show I’m watching. The only way to know what doors are open is to try and go through them, instead of waiting for a feeling to tell me what to do, because more often than not that “feeling” tells me, “Just one more episode. You can try that door later, after you get a snack.”
Adventuring Note: This was written at the end of this past summer when I began to doubt myself. I began to wonder if I had picked the right career or if it was simply a college pipe dream. About two weeks later, a door was opened in the industry I dared believe I could join, and I excitedly and nervously walked through it.

Confession: I Don’t Like the First Page

I have a confession to make: I hate first pages.

Typically when I’m writing a paper for school, the introduction paragraph is the last thing I write. This is simply because I hate it so much. I would honestly rather jump into what I actually want to say then spend half a page leading up to what I’m writing about.

Why? There’s something about looking at the first page and not knowing where to begin that overwhelms me. While I love writing stories and creating worlds, making a point to sit down and write the first word of the first sentence for the first page is like nails on a chalkboard. The first page sets the tone for the rest of the story. If I mess that up then what’s the point in continuing?

But that is the point, isn’t it? The first page opens the door of exploration and discovery. Yes, I may do the introduction last. Yes, it may not be perfect. Yes, I will probably mess up on my first draft. Beginnings are hard, but we do them anyways.

There is a certain type of risk involved with beginnings. Beginnings signify the start of something new. Maybe for you beginnings don’t ruffle your feathers; if so, let’s talk sometime. However, for me, beginnings are not easy, but they are worth it. They are worth the uncertainty because somewhere deep down I know something good comes out of beginnings. I believe they help us grow and challenge us to be bold and adventurous. If we live our lives forever scared of the first page, then we will never experience the joy of the story.

I have another confession to make…nope, that’s a lie. First pages still intimidate me, but I’ve found beginnings are worth the uncertainty and risk.