The Burden of Dreams
I have a lot I want to accomplish.
This is just a handful of things I think about daily. Sometimes the weight of my dreams is more of a burden than a blessing. I'm not poor, but I'm in no way capable of paying my way through all of these items at once.
Remember when you were a child and thinking of the future was an exciting prospect. You could imagine yourself to be whatever you wanted to be, and didn't feel any pressure or limitations to those aspirations.
I want to know when it happened that my dreams turned into burdens. I carry around with me the stress of wondering whether or not I have the ability to make it all come to be. I have to work incredibly hard to even have a shot at some of these goals.
Networking, exercising, saving money, planning, repeat. In the rare chance that I get a moment to myself, I fear that I am watching my twenties fly by without truly enjoying them. Then I look at my contemporaries, other artists and individuals who are doing so much more than me, and I start the process all over again.
Is it worth it? Is the stress going to pay off? Is the time and energy spent hoarding money away and saying "no" another piece of pizza ever going to prove fruitful? Furthermore, if I achieve all of these goals, will I even appreciate them?
I believe it will, and that's why I keep at it.
Allow me to outline my game plan.
Worst of all, I often forget how important gratitude is. Gratitude that I am here on this planet breathing and I have a responsibility to try to enjoy it. Goals and dreams are important to have, but if I never fully learn French, I'm going to have to still try to enjoy my life.
And....now I've got to go get somethings done!
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Angela DeCamp is an Indianapolis based artist. who enjoys the finer things in life: black coffee, carnival tickets, the sound high heels make when they clickty-clack on the sidewalk.