So what is it that I really want? I'm afraid what I really want only happens in heaven. Live on some laid-back island, always wearing dresses, bare feet, eating fruit, writing, no work, dancing under the stars with my love who is everything to me and who I am everything to. No stark, white walls. No money worries or winter...
Everything on that list seemed like things that could happen only in dreams or the afterlife. Live on an island? Not have to work a 9-5? Just write? Money taken care of? A sweet/caring/hot/smart love of my life? And all this at the same time?! Impossible!
Six years later the impossible becomes reality.
Believe in the power of your dreams, no matter how ridiculous they seem. Write them down. I didn't really do anything to make them come true. At least not consciously. I wrote them down, daydreamed, lived my life, and things took care of themselves. The seed bloomed into this beautiful life I'm living now.
Four days ago I got on a plane and traveled halfway across the world. Texas to Detroit. Detroit to Japan. Japan to the Philippines. Three days ago I traveled by boat to get to the island I now call home. I wake up and fall asleep to the sound of the waves. I play in the ocean. I write blog posts in a bathing suit. And I never have to wear a jacket or even a sweater.
These are things I only dreamed of six years ago. Only one year ago! And here it is.
Never give up on your dreams. Even if they sound impossible. Even if you're a world away from them. Write them down and believe.