When I was 8-years-old, I wanted to be a dinosaur, actress, write mystery novels, and create a television series that featured my assortment of Star Wars action figures and beanie babies.
When I was 13, I wanted to be Luna Lovegood in the Harry Potter movies, publish a novel and be a singer in a band where everyone wore converse and a lot of black.
When I was 17, I wanted to be a writer and an activist, traveling the world to share people's stories in order to end atrocities.
At the age of 23, I find myself wanting to be able to pay rent and find some kind of professional job.
My dreams have slowly been shrinking into small, every day necessities. And while my goals have dwindled, my soul still finds itself truly wanting and desiring the same things as my 8- year-old, 12-year-old and 17-year-old self (minus the whole emo band stage).
I've been ignoring my dreams. I've been afraid of my dreams.
And I don't think that I'm alone in this.
I think a lot of us have forgotten that we can do everything. We limit ourselves with practicality, but life is never practical.
So, let's stop being rational. We shouldn't erase our dreams simply because we feel like we've run out of time to accomplish them; like their time has come and gone. Because we're still here and we hopefully have a lot of time left. Yes, there are everyday practical things that we need to accomplish like bills, and school, and work, but don't let those get in the way of what you want to accomplish.
When I was thinking about "new" and starting "anew" this week, I just realized that we never need to start over with our lives or be stuck in the lives that we have. Maybe we just need to bring back some of what we dreamed of in the past and actually take the steps to make that our reality.