How did you make all your dreams happen?
How did you make your dreams come true? What lifelong dreams do you have, that will probably never come true?
Myself, I would love to open my on restaurant and work in the film industry. My dream are actually beginning to come true! after a lifetime of depression and giving up on stuff, I finally started going for my dreams instead of doing things to impress my parents. My dream is to open up a martial arts gym (BJJ to be exact) and teach people BJJ and life lessons through BJJ. Raise peoples confidence, show them to never give up and keep fighting, etc etc. I got my first student 2 months ago =) For the first time in my life, things are working out.
I ran track in high school and college, and in college I dreamed for two years about beating my incredibly talented, slacker teammate and setting a school record. I finally did it in the last race of his career (he was two years ahead of me) with my parents in the stands watching. One of the coolest moments of my life.
I'm also finally pursuing a lifelong dream of getting into engineering. I went to a liberal arts school because they were the only track program that wanted me, now after wasting six years of my life I'm finally going back to school studying engineering. My dream is to get accepted to (and graduate from) my dad's alma mater which has a great engineering program - check back with me in two years and we'll see if I've successfully transferred from a CC to a university.
I had a dream the other day where lots of things kept going wrong and I ended up being late for work. Then, I woke up and made a smoothie for breakfast. As I picked up the jug from the blender, the bottom came off and a bout 2 pints of milk, oats, banana, honey and peanut butter went all over my kitchen. Took ages to clean up, and I was late for work.
My aunt took me along to go by a Pokemon game from best buy, for my brother and cousin. I didn't have a DS at the time so I couldnt get the game, but after we were done shopping she asked me if I wanted anything. I mumbled under my breath,"a DS." She told to go get one. I was exhilarated, so I ran, picked one up, and came back. Then she said, "well...you're gonna need a game." Awesome moment.
A few years ago, at a summer camp, I had huge crush on a counselor. I literally dreamt of hugging him, but I knew it could never happen, or so I thought. On the last day, everyone in the camp was mingling and signing t-shirts and stuff, so I asked him to sign mine. He signed it and I started to walk away, when gave me a huge hug. It was the best feeling ever, I swear.
My dad was financially independent from hard work in a known multi-level. He's been doing great for years, and within the last 10 wanted to do bigger and better things. Really change the world type stuff, help vetrans with homes and housing, crisis pregnancy centers, sustainable communities and a few other things. All of this has 1 thing in common, it needs money and a lot of it to happen. He somehow got in touch with "finance" people who would help...all who needed tons of documents, and money to "set up" banks, forms yada yada...There were many types of instruments, music collections, MTN's, bank guarantees, IOU's from Cuba...a lot of it seemed legit, and those involved reputable. This went on for years, broken promise after broken promise, missed deadline after missed deadline. Last year I caught one of his "financeers" in his lies, showed my father proof from a fraud reporting type websites...my dad just kinda pushed it off. I was crying in front of my father, I was so upset and he just brushed it away and said it was still happening. At that point I gave up...I don't help him any more, I will humor him and listen, but I don't actively participate in anything he is doing with that. It sucks, I have 4 boys, his grand kids, and I want him to do more with us. He takes/makes at least 100 phone calls a day...it kills me to know he is wasting so much time...
The realization that I wasn't going to be a professional golfer (and that I sucked) was when I was 16. I often played golf by myself so there were no distractions, so I headed on down to the local public course for a quick 18. I got paired up with three 12-13 year olds. These kids crushed me. I mean, it wasn't even a competition (not that we were having one), they kicked my ass for 4 hours. On the 18th hole, I asked them how they got so good. Their response I will never forget, "We don't play very often, and haven't been playing very long, but our hopes are to make the high school team next year as we were all cut from our middle school team this year."
Oh man I feel you on this! I started playing when I was 5. I didn't get serious about it until high school, but I still basically played every morning during the summer from the time I was about 8. When I got to high school and made varsity as a freshman I thought I was hot shit. That is, until I started getting killed in tournaments by other freshman who had just started playing a year or two before high school. I eventually got down to about a 6 handicap, but man those moments where you're like, "I've been playing for 9 years", as you get beat by someone who just picked the game up are awful
I grew up wanting to be in the NBA more than anything in the world. In 6th grade I was 6'2" with a sweet jumper and good post moves. I am now 23 and am still 6'2" with a sweet jumper and good post moves, but there isn't a whole lot of demand for an undersized, slow footed power forward who can't jump very high.
I want to be a police officer for a reputable department and help people. As well as make enough money doing this to raise a family consisting of 4 boys with my current SO of 4 years and have 2 dogs as well as owning a house that all of us can live in happily.
I have a couple of PhD proposals lying around (all in the same tiny sub-field of a fairly small to begin with field). I am doing my Master's in that sub-field which is a huge victory because I was denied funding for a PhD in it last year, and there has been one female contributor in its history (with me hopefully being the second starting in February or so!), and I just want to get one of those proposals funded after my Master's finishes up. That field is my dream but at the same time it is so ridiculously male-dominated that I don't know if I can really make it. And my background is slightly non-traditional for it, too. One step at a time!
I'd like to find a career where I can use my creativity, and take my work with me anywhere in the world so I can travel. I'm look at studying again in Sweden as it's free for EU students. I graduated with a bachelors in Human Sciences after four years of study in 2013, and after a year and a half of being a physical therapist I quit to try and find what it is that I'll love working as. Problem is, I now can't find a job just waiting tables or pouring pints!
No one instance. Our dreams are sometimes specific but often a bit ambiguous. I find that as I age I find that I develop new dreams. Some I succeed at, others evolve on their own, and some I laugh about because they were never realistic. For instance, I had to accept that I'm probably never going to be dating that woman illustrated on the cover of the album Candy-O by the Cars. I'm honestly a bit heartbroken over that one.
Difficult to say, since I've changed, and thus the dreams I had when I was younger, I didn't approve of later on. But I guess I am right now at a point, where there are several joices to be made, which might end up "final" and I am f in my early / mid 30s. Am I going for marriage and or children, family, traditional life or am I staying single without kids? I always wanted to be an artist, but after many years of trying, maybe not had enough, I realized- I guess I've got to admit to myself, that an economically sufficient career in art, is out of reach for the kind of person/ artist I am. At least, it is at this moment in time. But I am already adapting, and finding reasons for why it's a good thing, I didn't get a foot into the art scene and market. ... Maybe the dreams we've got at this specific moment in time "NOW" are not meant to be achieved, maybe they are rather meant to keep us going. I'm a proposal consultant and I want to never have to be a normal employee at a company again, I like that I only work somewhere for 3-6 weeks at a time and move on. I get time off between projects, so I have several weeks off through the year and if I want a vacation, I just don't accept work for that time. I hope to live a simple life and pay off some debt, then save enough to get a quiet cabin in the woods by a waterfall and read books with a great, interesting woman who also doesn't want kids.
I would totally love to but I suck at writing and once I hit a snag I give up, I've actually started once and I have no clue where it went. I think I'm to worried about everyone hating it or it not being up to my standards. I have an amazing author I would love to be like but shit I don't know anything about keeping a series going for even 10 books.
Myself, I would love to open my on restaurant and work in the film industry. My dream are actually beginning to come true! after a lifetime of depression and giving up on stuff, I finally started going for my dreams instead of doing things to impress my parents. My dream is to open up a martial arts gym (BJJ to be exact) and teach people BJJ and life lessons through BJJ. Raise peoples confidence, show them to never give up and keep fighting, etc etc. I got my first student 2 months ago =) For the first time in my life, things are working out.
I ran track in high school and college, and in college I dreamed for two years about beating my incredibly talented, slacker teammate and setting a school record. I finally did it in the last race of his career (he was two years ahead of me) with my parents in the stands watching. One of the coolest moments of my life.
I'm also finally pursuing a lifelong dream of getting into engineering. I went to a liberal arts school because they were the only track program that wanted me, now after wasting six years of my life I'm finally going back to school studying engineering. My dream is to get accepted to (and graduate from) my dad's alma mater which has a great engineering program - check back with me in two years and we'll see if I've successfully transferred from a CC to a university.
I had a dream the other day where lots of things kept going wrong and I ended up being late for work. Then, I woke up and made a smoothie for breakfast. As I picked up the jug from the blender, the bottom came off and a bout 2 pints of milk, oats, banana, honey and peanut butter went all over my kitchen. Took ages to clean up, and I was late for work.
My aunt took me along to go by a Pokemon game from best buy, for my brother and cousin. I didn't have a DS at the time so I couldnt get the game, but after we were done shopping she asked me if I wanted anything. I mumbled under my breath,"a DS." She told to go get one. I was exhilarated, so I ran, picked one up, and came back. Then she said, "well...you're gonna need a game." Awesome moment.
A few years ago, at a summer camp, I had huge crush on a counselor. I literally dreamt of hugging him, but I knew it could never happen, or so I thought. On the last day, everyone in the camp was mingling and signing t-shirts and stuff, so I asked him to sign mine. He signed it and I started to walk away, when gave me a huge hug. It was the best feeling ever, I swear.
My dad was financially independent from hard work in a known multi-level. He's been doing great for years, and within the last 10 wanted to do bigger and better things. Really change the world type stuff, help vetrans with homes and housing, crisis pregnancy centers, sustainable communities and a few other things. All of this has 1 thing in common, it needs money and a lot of it to happen. He somehow got in touch with "finance" people who would help...all who needed tons of documents, and money to "set up" banks, forms yada yada...There were many types of instruments, music collections, MTN's, bank guarantees, IOU's from Cuba...a lot of it seemed legit, and those involved reputable. This went on for years, broken promise after broken promise, missed deadline after missed deadline. Last year I caught one of his "financeers" in his lies, showed my father proof from a fraud reporting type websites...my dad just kinda pushed it off. I was crying in front of my father, I was so upset and he just brushed it away and said it was still happening. At that point I gave up...I don't help him any more, I will humor him and listen, but I don't actively participate in anything he is doing with that. It sucks, I have 4 boys, his grand kids, and I want him to do more with us. He takes/makes at least 100 phone calls a day...it kills me to know he is wasting so much time...
The realization that I wasn't going to be a professional golfer (and that I sucked) was when I was 16. I often played golf by myself so there were no distractions, so I headed on down to the local public course for a quick 18. I got paired up with three 12-13 year olds. These kids crushed me. I mean, it wasn't even a competition (not that we were having one), they kicked my ass for 4 hours. On the 18th hole, I asked them how they got so good. Their response I will never forget, "We don't play very often, and haven't been playing very long, but our hopes are to make the high school team next year as we were all cut from our middle school team this year."
Oh man I feel you on this! I started playing when I was 5. I didn't get serious about it until high school, but I still basically played every morning during the summer from the time I was about 8. When I got to high school and made varsity as a freshman I thought I was hot shit. That is, until I started getting killed in tournaments by other freshman who had just started playing a year or two before high school. I eventually got down to about a 6 handicap, but man those moments where you're like, "I've been playing for 9 years", as you get beat by someone who just picked the game up are awful
I grew up wanting to be in the NBA more than anything in the world. In 6th grade I was 6'2" with a sweet jumper and good post moves. I am now 23 and am still 6'2" with a sweet jumper and good post moves, but there isn't a whole lot of demand for an undersized, slow footed power forward who can't jump very high.
I want to be a police officer for a reputable department and help people. As well as make enough money doing this to raise a family consisting of 4 boys with my current SO of 4 years and have 2 dogs as well as owning a house that all of us can live in happily.
I have a couple of PhD proposals lying around (all in the same tiny sub-field of a fairly small to begin with field). I am doing my Master's in that sub-field which is a huge victory because I was denied funding for a PhD in it last year, and there has been one female contributor in its history (with me hopefully being the second starting in February or so!), and I just want to get one of those proposals funded after my Master's finishes up. That field is my dream but at the same time it is so ridiculously male-dominated that I don't know if I can really make it. And my background is slightly non-traditional for it, too. One step at a time!
I'd like to find a career where I can use my creativity, and take my work with me anywhere in the world so I can travel. I'm look at studying again in Sweden as it's free for EU students. I graduated with a bachelors in Human Sciences after four years of study in 2013, and after a year and a half of being a physical therapist I quit to try and find what it is that I'll love working as. Problem is, I now can't find a job just waiting tables or pouring pints!
No one instance. Our dreams are sometimes specific but often a bit ambiguous. I find that as I age I find that I develop new dreams. Some I succeed at, others evolve on their own, and some I laugh about because they were never realistic. For instance, I had to accept that I'm probably never going to be dating that woman illustrated on the cover of the album Candy-O by the Cars. I'm honestly a bit heartbroken over that one.
Difficult to say, since I've changed, and thus the dreams I had when I was younger, I didn't approve of later on. But I guess I am right now at a point, where there are several joices to be made, which might end up "final" and I am f in my early / mid 30s. Am I going for marriage and or children, family, traditional life or am I staying single without kids? I always wanted to be an artist, but after many years of trying, maybe not had enough, I realized- I guess I've got to admit to myself, that an economically sufficient career in art, is out of reach for the kind of person/ artist I am. At least, it is at this moment in time. But I am already adapting, and finding reasons for why it's a good thing, I didn't get a foot into the art scene and market. ... Maybe the dreams we've got at this specific moment in time "NOW" are not meant to be achieved, maybe they are rather meant to keep us going. I'm a proposal consultant and I want to never have to be a normal employee at a company again, I like that I only work somewhere for 3-6 weeks at a time and move on. I get time off between projects, so I have several weeks off through the year and if I want a vacation, I just don't accept work for that time. I hope to live a simple life and pay off some debt, then save enough to get a quiet cabin in the woods by a waterfall and read books with a great, interesting woman who also doesn't want kids.
I would totally love to but I suck at writing and once I hit a snag I give up, I've actually started once and I have no clue where it went. I think I'm to worried about everyone hating it or it not being up to my standards. I have an amazing author I would love to be like but shit I don't know anything about keeping a series going for even 10 books.
