Somehow though when our eyes refocus or the sun wakes us up, we lose all of this. We lose the confidence and the witty retorts, we lose the strength to pursue the life that we so obviously long for. Suddenly we are awake and the dreams are just part of another night without enough sleep. As we shower and prepare ourselves for the day we forget the perfect line that we formed in that argument with the evil witch in the castle. We forget how we dominated that Olympic game and finally beat China in gymnastics. We forget how we lived in those moments and we resign ourselves to the silly assumption that "it was not reality".
What if it is? What if my photography really is worthy of a National Geographic Cover. That my friend's bakery could one day grace the pages of Bon Appetit as the place to go. That he can one day rush into that burning building and save the day. Why do we begin to sell ourselves short before we have even woken up enough to give it a try. I say that it is time to reverse this order. Let our sleeping selves type away in madness to ungrateful co-workers. Let our sleeping selves believe that it is impossible. Let the awakened version pursue those "impossible" dreams and make that a very possible reality.
I challenge you: what is your best dream? and how will you make it real?
