Do you remember what your passion is? Are you happily living your passion?
When I ask random people one of my favorite questions “If you had a Billion dollars, what would you be doing?” 8 out of 10 will tell me: quit my job, pay off all my bills, buy [whatever toys], and take a vacation. When I dig a little deeper I hear: I don’t know or I never really thought of that.
Why are dreams stamped out by others?
When I told my dad that I wanted to be a parapsychologist and get my degree at Duke University, he told me parapsychology is a rich man’s hobby.
When I wanted to be a priest (I went to Catholic school) the head nun told me that only a man can become a priest. As a woman I can become a nun. What is up with that?
Why do we allow others to stamp out our dreams?
It wasn’t until this year that I decided that I serve the world better when I do what makes me happy. I enjoy meeting people, talking to people, hearing about their dreams and goals, and helping them attain them. Not only do I get a sense of accomplishment, I am a positive role model for my son and his friends.
My son has always been taught that he can accomplish anything he set his mind to as long as he decides every day that that is what he wants to do and is working towards the goal. When it comes to swim practice I don’t have to force him as he is the one who will be upset with the results of his next meet. I have always taught him about accountability and responsibility. That he is the creator of his life and through his decisions makes his own path.
Sometimes the push that others give, put us on a better road that the original one
I got my bachelor in Business (my 10th declared major – my parents just wanted me to finish “with PE if needed”) and then got a master in IT. I must admit that I truly feel in my element when I restructure a business that has grown too fast, make a computer system scalable, and teach coworkers professional skills. There is so much more that I have in my sights and decide every day to move towards.
Maybe dreams ARE just goals with no deadline… I can still become a parapsychologist; however, I don’t want to be a priest any more. If it wasn’t for some of my “dream stealers” I wouldn’t have my big dreams now or love what I do.