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I called PODS yesterday. I spoke with an interesting man. One of the things he said: dreams are dying for people. It seems ours did, and that’s why I’m calling PODS to move back home. But are our dreams dying or are just changing to better fit who we are now?
No need to answer here, as I am not looking for sympathy or advice. I know the answer. The dream is not dead. It is simply changing as we change.
I spoke with a friend recently. A few years back we were both in the same boat- especially financially speaking. He found a corporate job. I chased a dream. He seems to have found stablitiy. I found loose ground, and have been slipping ever since.
One of the pleasures of friends is they are mirrors into our own lives. I remember when I left to chase my dream, we both believed I’d find gold, or at the very least opportunity, which would prove risk always finds reward. I am going home with no gold. Or at least not the kind of gold I thought I might—the kind of gold that would ensure I’d never go back home.
I’ve been consumed with the brokenness of this dream, and when I spoke with my friend, it hit me again. But, I came through that brokenness quickly and landed in a place of no regrets. Actually, in a place where I am quite proud of what I have endured. I don’t know what any of it means quite yet, but someone recently said to me: This is all going to make sense someday, probably sooner than you realize.
I’ll keep you posted.
The Soul Reporter
Bravo! I’m out here with you. There are fates worse than death. One of those is giving up your dream, in place of stability. THIS IS THE ONE LIFE. Why couch it in stability? Keep going. “In the end everything will be okay. Because if it’s not okay, it’s not the end”. LOVE. Reach out if you need me. : )
ps. I posted this on fb the other day; it’s for you, too.
(Just moved to post this. It’s a response to a friend needing to be loved in the moment, whom I could not reach by phone for live lovings. I’m posting it because I realize it is true of all of us in the tribe, that we all need to feel it and say it to each other continuously.)
“What is going on? Call me if you want, I’d love to hear you and tell you truths that you have OBVIOUSLY forgotten!
There is cell service at the bottom of the stairs to the meditation hall … and if you drive out the road about 5 minutes.
I love you. You are a member of the tribe to bring back love and SANITY. And I love you personally because you’re cool and you’re funny and you GET IT. You are loving, no matter what.
ps. Visiting this place of not knowing/ believing is just part of the process of letting go of the old you.”