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.
(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.
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.
(all images via my Pinterest)