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Don't You Dare Stop Believing!


Have you noticed that those in your life that you love the most or respect the most tend to also be the ones who try to talk you out of your dream?

Dreams are threatening to others.  Having a burning passion for life and work is just so weird.   

Pushing for change is just completely atrocious!!!!!  

The audacity of it all confounds the status quo.

Can you imagine the brass?  Who are you to question?  To think about that?  And to TALK about it?

Is this your place?  Have you stepped out of bounds?  

Are you daring to step outside the role that others have defined and drew and colored in for you?

You are not coloring within the lines!!!!!  How dare you make that tree purple instead of green?  

Don't you know you silly girl that trees are always green and staying within the lines makes people happy?  People feel anxious when you color outside the lines.  It is just not normal.

Risk taking becomes another term for impulsivity or noncompliant.

"Don't put yourself out there."
"Don't say anything."
"Don't try to change things."
"Let people think what they want to think that you believe."
"Just don't fight it.  Let it go."


 
  
Respect them.  Love them.

But.....Don't YOU DARE Stop Believing!  

Keep pursuing the dreams that God has placed within your heart.

That passion and that calling is worth exponentially more then cold dead coals left smoldering within the furnace of others expectations.

Sure it is easier...letting the fire go out.
Good employees, good students, good families and good dogs...

  BUT it kills. 

 Don't you dare stop believing!




 


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