At 27 I feel more like a foolish child then ever. Dreams constantly dance around my head of the unthinkable, leaving me feeling limitless and antsy for one day to end and another to begin. If there is one truly great life lesson that 2011 has brought, it would be that the only boundaries in life which exist are those which one imparts on themselves. Living in blissful ignorance of the difference from that which I am currently capable of and that which I am pursuing makes some think that I am off in candy land living a reality which is unthinkable and unattainable, and to those I say PISH-POSH. What ever happened to that encouraged childlike innocence telling us to dream of becoming president or a successful doctor who travels the world finding the cure to cancers? TO DREAM THE IMPOSSIBLE! Does the art of believing in something powerful and magical wash away once one hits adulthood where we all succumb to what we feel is our only fate and settle for a life that is predicably ordinary? Does one only stay within their realms of comfort never daring to color outside the lines?
Of course you do, if you want a life filled with conventional dullness and feel content never challenging yourself to outdo your societial predetermined potential. While some may call my dreams a hopeful wasteland, I call them opportunities and blessings. Daring for a moment to swim upstream with hopes of achieving something uniquely different from what society has predestined me to achieve is what gets me out of bed everyday. These days I'm holding on for the glimmer of hope for the impossible. I see no sense in settling for the stability of a dead end business career in exchange for a paycheck that comes on someone elses terms and strips me of my individualism. Instead I chose to brave my soul to any who will listen and find value in that which I am passionately barking about on a daily basis, health and it's unseen freedoms.
Now what? What happens in 2012, and where is this all going? I wish I had the answer to that, but as of right now I don't. Here we are 33 days out from the new year where I should feel stress and pressure to keep pressing forward with a concret plan for the direction my life is going, but that's not how I opperate. Instead I fuel my dreams knowing that there is no intention to connect the dots going forward, rather the point is to look back and connect the dots from there.
There are plenty of personal goals I have, some PR's I'm ready to chase down, and an entire professional career that I am more then ready to devote my everything to in 2012. But there is no plan, and I'm thinking that next year I'm going to do things differently and not hold myself to a series of schedules and must-do's. I'm thinking that 2012 will be the year that marks new beginnings for me and my pursuits will be only those which speak to my heart purely.
2012 this is my manifesto to you..
to inspire others to live out their dreams.