I’ve been thinking a lot lately about having dreams, in the context of graduating and finding a job. What is my dream job? What is the difference between a good job and a great job?
What’s the chance that I’ll fail?
Is that saying true, you know, the one that says “aim for the moon, even if you fail you’ll end up amongst the stars”?
(Of course not, the stars are actually further away than the moon…)
Teaching skiing last Sunday, I had a little girl who was desperate to go up the mountain. Once we got up there, it was much bigger and scarier than she thought it would be. She came down so close behind me, so that she could ski into me and stop if it got too scary. At the end, she was so tired and scared, she was in the back of my snowplough, holding my hands.
Fear is exhausting. And haven’t we all been like that little girl, scared to look down the terrain we have to cross? Hiding behind someone. Not experiencing it.
I’m trying to tell myself, that it’s okay to have big dreams. And it’s okay to miss the star and land on the moon, or even just back on earth. As long as I don’t stop dreaming.