I’ve never been much of a dreamer. Not the sleeping kind of dreams because, in that way, I am a vivid, crazy dreamer. No, the kind of dreamer that says, “One day…”
When I was selling Mary Kay, we used to have these rah-rah meetings that were meant to inspire and fire us up to sell more (of course). Many, many times I was asked about my dreams. What were my wildest dreams and how did I plan to get there? We were supposed to make a “dream board” that had all of the things we dreamt about having with the idea that if we could see it and visualize it every day, we were more likely to make it happen. It’s a very effective way of helping a person realize their dreams.
Unless you have no idea what yours are.
I used to struggle with this so much it would make me anxious. Pop quiz kind of anxious. New kid kind of anxious. I mean…really?
Why don’t I have any dreams? Instead, I have wants. I have a sort of bucket list. I want to go to Europe. I want to take the kids to Hawaii. I want to have a house by the beach. I want to learn to speak a foreign language fluently. I want to learn to play the piano. I want to find peace.
But dreams? I’m not even sure I know what that is? What differentiates it from wants?
For me the difference is control. I have no control over my dreams. Dreams are things for which you wish. They are made of spun cotton and air. They are ethereal. Smoke and mirrors. In that way they are like their counterpart that occurs during the night. When you wake…they are gone. They are fantasy born of a desire.
Wants, on the other hand, I can make happen.