Let's Start Dreaming Again

I don’t typically post on Fridays, but I felt deeply compelled to share this thought.

Somewhere, somehow along the way, I forgot how to dream—how to fully lose myself in the beauty of a big, wild vision. I've dimmed my light, playing it small, and found myself caught in the rhythm of simply getting by. I wasn't thriving; I was surviving.

This year (which has already been a heavy one), I’m embracing many gentle reminders to myself: life can be heavy, even chaotic at times, but the dreamer within me deserves space to breathe again. Those inner child wonders, that spark of curiosity—it’s still there, waiting to be nurtured. So, I’m choosing to honor the full spectrum of life: feeling the deep sorrow and the fleeting anger and allowing them to pass.

But most importantly, I’m choosing to dream big—to envision a future that is bold, beautiful, and impossibly bright. It’s a quiet rebellion against the mundane—a reminder that even in the midst of life’s challenges, the world holds limitless possibility.