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BEWARE OF: Dream Barriers and Passion Busters


Part of this journey that I have set out upon is to overcome barriers and push past passion busters and hope bashers!  And then I have to deal with others!

My minds eye creates a sign, made out of old wood hanging crooked on a post that says; "BEWARE OF THE BASHERS" or "BEWARE:  DREAM BARRIERS AHEAD." Or simply, "Trespassers will be Prosecuted."  

 

 
The picture is ugly.












And THIS is the path I'm choosing?  

 Unfortunately, it can be people we are around a lot.

Dreams and goals are scary and exhausting and threatening.  

Dreams are even more scary to someone who doesn't.

Do you ever wonder, why is this?  Why is it o.k. for someone to not dream and yet it is not o.k. for others to dream?  

What is it about my dream that makes you feel threatened?  

Or judged?
 
It is perfectly fine for you.  In fact, I'm sure you are way more normal than me.  And, I'm good with that.

 However, please keep your hands out of my dreams and my goals and desires.  I like them.  I own them.

They are me trying to take responsibility for my life and my future.   My dreams and my goals are not about you at all.  

They are about me.

Maybe that is where the problem begins.


 

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