They’re really nobody’s business but your own.
I’m a little tired of the self help. Today, I feel like addressing a little something we seem to be forgetting in our all out pursuit of growth. How about we all just stop and think about the things that bring us that special sort of satisfaction that money can’t buy?
I think I was six years old when I first went to the Adirondack Museum in Blue Mountain Lake, NY. There was an entire building devoted to the various watercraft that had been developed, built, and/or used on the lakes and streams of the Adirondack Park over the previous hundred years or so.
I fell in love with the graceful lines of the Adirondack Guideboat. And I remember thinking “some day I’m going to own one of those”.
See that picture of the boat above? That was a spring project in 2004. Here’s another one from a year or two later:
I realized that I would never be able to buy one so I decided that if I were ever to actually make my dream come true, I would have to build one. I bought a book and over the next couple of years I brought these to life (my wife was a VERY patient and understanding woman). Here’s another childhood dream of mine:
I bought it off Craigslist about five months after my wife died. Because I needed something to occupy my grief addled brain. I spent the next 4 1/2 years restoring it.
These were frivolous pursuits. And there are a number of others I engaged in. I mean sure, I could probably sell them. But I’d never make enough off the sale to pay for the materials, let alone the hours and hours of labor. And my dreams aren’t for sale.
It’s another kind of love. That of allowing yourself the time and space to pursue a dream. Any dream. Without judgement. And without an expectation of reward. Revel in the satisfaction of doing whatever it is you’ve always wanted to do.
Sure we all have to eat. And pay the rent. But life is about more than just existing. Don’t forget that you once had dreams. If you don’t make them come true, nobody else is going to do it for you.
I’ll bet you’ve got a couple dreams that have been buried since childhood. Maybe you like to paint. Maybe you’ve always wanted to learn to play the guitar. How about writing stories to publish for the world to read?
If you can dream it, you can do it. But you have to give yourself permission to do so.