Dream Big

Okay, friends. Time for a little good-old-fashioned honesty. I have been dreaming big recently. Here’s the honest part: the bigger I dream, the more afraid I get.

It seems that most of my friends and family are in amazing places in their lives right now: finishing grad school, working dream jobs, traveling the world, fighting hatred and slavery, living in Hawaii. Wanting to jump on the Bandwagon of Awesome, I have started listening to that tiny voice in my head that says, “I have a dream…”

And then WHAM! Like a flyswatter laying the smackdown, I slam myself with thoughts like, “Yes but your dream sucks, and here’s why you can’t do it”. Deep down, I know this can’t be true. So, here’s my evil plan. I tell you my dream, you tell me yours.

I know. Scary, right?

Indulge yourself for a minute. What makes your heart beat faster? What would you do if money and resources and time were no object? What would you do, “if only…”?

(Insert relaxation music and dreaming here)

If you’re like me, 256,784 things just popped into your head. But besides vacationing in Cancun every quarter, what made you gulp in trepidation? Quitting work and going back to school? Sky-diving? Reconciling with a loved one? Moving to a country where you don’t speak the language?

Okay, here’s mine. But if I tell you, you have to tell me! (Yes, I have the social skills of a 3rd grader)

I want to write a humorous memoir about my life with Varun so far (using this blog as a jumping-off point, of course!)

Every time I sit down to type, I panic. This tells me two things: I really, really want this; and I really have a lot of fear to get over.

So? Your turn!