Monday Mantra + Daydreams

Embarrassing confession: I'm a dreamer. A big one.
As a little girl, I would get so caught up in daydreams that I'd miss things happening around me. My mom would somehow manage to get my head out of the clouds just long enough to give me instructions for a simple task, just to have me float off again and forget what I was supposed to be doing in the first place.

Childhood daydreams quickly evolved from becoming a professional ballerina or discovering I was, indeed, a princess (oh you are, my mother is thinking right now) to those of a little more sustenance. In high school, I'd picture myself in New York as an independent young woman, abroad in Paris as a chic expatriate, or nestling beautiful children into their beds—the world was massive and, paired with the notion that I had no idea what I wanted to be in life, the possibilities were infinitely limitless. But here is where it started and, for some reason, I didn't see why these things couldn't be possibilities.

As I began to find a grounded idea of who I was in college, my daydreams became goals. Honestly, I'm not sure I even know the difference between a dream and a goal to this day—a testament any family member and most friends can agree to, as I know more than once something has come out of my mouth that has caused a raised eyebrow or illicited an exasperated laugh. These thoughts became visualizations, as picturing myself in different situations proved to be especially effective if I was having a down day or going through a hard trial. In turn, I became hooked on inspiration, because each inspiration took me one step closer to making a "daydream" reality.

This reliance on daydreams-turned-goals sculpted a large part of the foundation of myself that I infinitely rely on, especially during trying times. It's something that amidst tears or boredom or less-than-ideal situations I can cling to, because of my reliance on Him and because of my reliance on my daydreams: something big is about to happen.

I believe in this thought at the very center of my being. I rely on this thought. I am constantly pushing myself to be better, because something big is about to happen.

I won't settle for mediocrity. I won't settle for being bored. If things are low, you can easily change a situation, but your situation won't change until you change yourself. This is not to say that I'm not content—I have a great appreciation for where I am. But by reminding myself that something big is about to happen, I have found that positivity exudes naturally and I am full of hope in His plan for my future.

Everyone feels sorry for the dreamers, but it's the dreamers, in fact that feel sorry for those that can't picture themselves in any better of a situation than their current one. I'm too scared to consider what happens to my soul the day I don't believe great things are on the horizon and stop preparing myself for that. So this week:

Because something big is about to happen.
(all images via my Pinterest)