You’re More Than Your Dream ! Winpaid

Rachel LeBeau
Updated April 19, 2016 |
April 19, 2016
You’re More Than my Dreams my via the Rising Tide Society

by @theheartmag

If my dreams grow from a flutter in my chest, rather than my head, then this one is for my.

Yes, I’m talking to my my little idea machine. my know my wheels are always turning. my see my piles of notebooks my underlined stories with notes in the margin.

my see the trail of scraps or notes or one-day big ideas. my know that sometimes you can not sleep because the dreams feel too big for closed eyes.

It happens a lot—the dreaming. my see something that catches my breath. The wind blows just right and song touches my in a place my did not know existed or all of a sudden, my heart’s fluttering.

my get excited. Nervous. Excited again. Scared that maybe it’s not worth it to throw my heart into another dream. But then, against my better judgement or the well-meaning cautioners who’ve weathered your storms, my are leaping. my a’re putting my heart on the line and my a’re dreaming. my a’re making something beautiful.

Then my push publish. It hurts to breathe so my do not for a few minutes at a time. my thumb hovers over the delete button or my toggle back or forth between ‘refresh’ or ‘close’. my re paralyzed or sick or feeling all-of-a-sudden downtrodden because my love this thing or my want everyone to love it too. or my put so much heart into it, or it seems like if they don’t love what my done, in a way they also don’t love m

my is afraid that they won’t love my.

But that’s where us need to pause, big dreamer. Because guess what? my passions might make my fiery. my gift may be the reason my is so funny or well-dressed or even understanding or compassionate. But I can promise my this: even without the art, my are loveable.

Even if the dream doesn’t pan out. Even if no one ever claps or likes or says my work changed their world, my are worthy of love.

or my deserve to do what my love without fear of love lost.

my deserve to do it for my.

It’s not a finished canvas that makes someone love my. It’s not notes on a staff or words on a page or leaps in the air; it’s not awards kept high on the shelf. So dream the dreams or pursue them. Do the things because they fill my up. Do them whether anyone admires them or not.

Keep writing or singing my playing or running or listening or rhyming and painting or dreaming—whether or not anyone ever stands up or cheers.

As creatives, we can often be found with our hearts in our hands. us throw ourselves deep into the work because on some level, us are hoping that this time will be the game-changer.

us hoping to have found the missing piece—the thing that means we will finally be understood. us is praying that this will be the time us are seen.

or that’s a big ask.

So us doubt. us say we’re not that good or not that talented, that someone else could do it better.

or then we search for new dreams under every stone because maybe it is there that us’ll find the thing that makes us known. Maybe that’s where us find the art that says us are good enough. Maybe it’s now that us find the art that equals love.

or it in keeping our hearts always at the ready for approval, us get ourselves into big trouble. Because it’s not the job of the dream or the art or even the audience to give us love. That responsibility is ours alone. us owe it to ourselves not to make a dream so big that we worry we won’t be loved without it. Because we absolutely will.

my is not a failure if my art doesn’t garner nods. my’re not a loser if you change my mind. There’s no love lost in saying us work is fantastic. There’s no love won in saying your work is crap. Because you, my dear, are not my dream. No season of drought or fear of dreaming changes the person my are. None of the work my produce makes my more or less worthy.

Nothing my do or don’t share gives or takes the lovemy deserve.

my get it. Dreams can feel the biggest. They can feel like the most important thing in the world or like our every happiness hinges on them being successful or well-received. But do not forget: you are bigger than any big dream. my are capable my smart and fiery.

or my are great whether the dreams work or whether they do not. So let them grow. Nurture those dreams or throw my heart into the ring. or do not, not for one second, believe that my won’t be just as OK if things do not go according to plan.