Yesterday I spent a few minutes writing out a list of my dreams. Not just the obvious ones (like “get a book published”) but the big ones too. The ones I don’t talk about. The ones I rarely even let myself think about, because…

Because they’re scary.

They are big dreams. Ambitious dreams. Outlandish dreams. (But still noble dreams, I hope.) And I am afraid of them. Afraid of not achieving them. And I don’t just mean not achieving all of them. I mean not achieving any of them. What if I didn’t manage a single one? What would that mean for my life? What would that say about me?

I don’t know. But one of my personal philosophies is not to live in fear. Yes, there are scary things in this world, but I don’t want them to win. So yesterday, I faced these intimidating dreams, and instead of being cowed by them, I felt inspired.

I’m not going to publish the list here — at least not yet. But I will keep it in my head and in my heart. (And probably someplace a bit more tangible than that, like in my journal and on my laptop.) In the years to come, I will post each dream as it comes true. Hopefully someday you’ll know them all.

I don’t believe that just writing these things out will make them happen, or that if I wish hard enough, I’ll get what I want. But I do believe… in myself. In hard work. In perseverance. In patience. I believe that I can achieve at least some of my dreams, if not all of them.

And even if for some reason I don’t, I believe that it’s worth trying.

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