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When dreaming ruins your living

Ang looking up (small)

Consider this…How do you measure success or failure? What do you measure your success or failure by? In recent years I have discovered that how you measure success or failure is directly related to whether you tend to be happy, motivated and satisfied or frustrated, angst or irritated with your day. If you are finding yourself more irritated and fearful than happy and satisfied, this might be worth considering.

After a good 20 years of doing battle with my day to day, it finally occurred to me that the goals that I set as essentially sucked out of my thumb. I decide that I want them, what they will look like and when I should have them by. I imagine them up and the proceed to attempt to bring them to life by applying myself diligently, day by day towards achieving them. That is all great, no problem there, I am all over that dreaming big thing.

Here is the snafu. I like most people I know, I very quickly forgot that I had made up my goals pretty much arbitrarily – really, they seemed like a good idea at the time and behold the goal was born. Forgetting that fact, I allowed myself to attach pretty strongly to the goal, and to use it as a measure of my own self worth. Behold, the goal that I have arbitrarily created now becomes the whip on my back, the measure of my good enough-ness, my ability, who I am as a person, my very identity. Bye bye the exiting, positive, creative joy of working towards my dream, bye bye the jumping out of bed, can’t wait to get started, hello stress, pressure, fear, unhappiness, self judgement. WTF!

I myself have decided to measure my everyday success at work not by what I achieve in that day – despite my best efforts, I often achieve much less than I set out to – nor by whether I can get things or others, or the world to “go my way” – alas, I have discovered that I lack control in that arena too, but instead, did I turn up, dedicate myself, get involved and engaged, enjoy what I was doing as much as possible, work on loving my day, myself and my life. After all, I am only alive in this moment, right now in this place, doing this thing, I am not yet alive in the undefined future when I finally have the outcome. If I don’t decide to love the process of my day to day life, no amount of money, fame or other success in ?? years will replace a life lost to fear, frustration, and a lack of joy.

And what about the long term dream? I now choose to be in acceptance around that. I want it, I am willing to do the work, despite that, I may or may not achieve it. I no longer allow the achieving it to define me. It is just a dream that I dream because it pleases me and inspires me today. If I can’t manage to make it work, as I had hoped, I am quite sure I can find another.