What happened to our big goals? Our big, hairy, scary, what-the-f*&$-are-you-talking-about? goals. The ones that make your family members scared for you. The ones that make us both nervous and excited. The ones that draw us in and compel us to try?
Where did those goals go? When did we stop dreaming?
For me, I used to dream about being both a business woman and a WNBA basketball player. Then I wanted to be a lawyer who also had a chain of hair salons. (lol don’t laugh, these were real dreams). Then, in high school, I dreamed about somehow working on economic development in West Africa so that one day, countries like Nigeria could be considered developed rather than developing (or worse, under-developed). Somewhere in between college and entering the working world though, my dreams got smaller. In fact, I stopped dreaming all together. I started just wanting to be able to pay my bills. Eat. Get to work on time. Get along with people who annoyed me. Find a nice man to date. Lose weight. Eat chocolate but not get fat.
All little goals. Boring goals. Definitely not compelling or exciting at all.