Dreams don’t always work out. That brilliant idea I had last spring (the one that had strong momentum from the beginning and was my ticket to getting on the Oprah show)? Well, I got busy, and the idea got pushed to the bottom of my priority list last summer.
The flower garden I drew plans for? The manuscript I wrote (that would have been a best-seller)? The marathon I planned to run as the final task of my Feed My Starving Children fundraiser? The personal record I had hoped for but didn’t achieve in the half marathon? The relationship pursued? The job sought?
Small or large, running or in life, whether they are yours or mine, dreams don’t always work out.
That’s just the way things are.
The step immediately following the unsuccessful dream is crucial to survival, I think. It must be a step of intention. Haphazardly moving in any direction is dangerous, as you don’t want to set yourself up for a second disappointment just because you didn’t think things through well.
A complete halt is equally risky. Out of fear, you might not get going again.
So what do you do with your unrealized dreams?
Sadly, I don’t have the answer this morning. But that is the distinct question in my head.