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glowgettermomma · 5 years ago

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Don’t quit your daydream girl

Snap out of it! Stop your daydreaming! Stop spacing out!

Snap! Snap! Snap!

How many of you ladies can say that you’ve had your share of broken daydreams? I sure as heck can.

Do you remember how exciting it was to just stop the clock for a second and just daydream about all the wonderful what ifs or possibilities for our future selves?

Can you recall what were you thinking about?

Or better yet, who were thinking about?

But the golden question,

Who were you in that daydream?

Thinking back to my childhood days; had someone told me that my daydreams would have led me to discover such wonderful and amazing opportunities in life, I would have never allowed 7-year-old and 13-year-old me to stop believing in them. In fact, today, at 37 years of age, I am still proud to say that I am a huge believer in daydreams. And I’m not talking about those quick little moments where you suddenly space out and stare out into nowhere-land. What I’m referring to, is that instantaneous moment where your mind suddenly stops and starts envisioning all of the what if’s and the I wonder how’s or the I wish I could or will have moments that allow us that little glimpse of excitement for our future selves.

Those are the moments I wish I paid more attention to growing up rather then the over used and repeated words like, snap out of that daze or stop your daydreaming. As a young girl, I most definitely was a daydreamer. I remember this fact because my dad used to call me his little dreamer for so many years. And to be quite honest, I truly believe that it’s that little special something that makes me who I am today, and I’ll never let that special part of me go.

So now, here is the fun part. How many of those daydreams can you pile up from your childhood memories and how many of those have actually happened at some point in your teenage or adult life?

Here is my story.

4-year-old me always daydreamed about becoming a hairdresser. But it was not until I was in possession of my first pair of real scissors (right before my pre-kindergarten photos), when I knew that- that was definitely one failed daydream. Chop chop. Goodbye bangs. Hello crooked hairline.

Many moons later, 7-year-old me came along. And of course, now that I was three years wiser, I knew exactly what my life’s calling would be. To become a teacher. Playing school was always a fun activity but like most dreams, that too faded away.

Then I met 12-year-old me. And that young girl discovered her love and passion for the spotlight. Between being a dancer and being part of the drama club at school, I knew that I was destined to become an actress. (And to be quite honest, that dream never really faded away, even today at 37 years of age). In fact, I had my first opportunity working as an extra on my favourite television show, Smallville, when I was 27 years old. That day was probably the most incredible experience of my life.

But it wasn’t until I turned 13 when I was determined to make that dream come true. I wasn’t sure how or when that day would be, but deep down inside, I always felt as if that is what I was meant to do.

Then I turned 16. And yet again, another daydream ignored and pushed aside due to the reality of college applications, submission letters and realistic expectations. 16-year-old me had to really sit down and ask my younger self, what is it was that I truly wanted to do with my life. And when it was time to fill out those college applications, I was torn between two completely different professions; becoming a daycare educator or becoming a pediatrician. And while I grew up in a very sheltered environment with parents who were very strict and always wanted the best from myself and my sisters, 16-year-old me chose the ‘safer’ choice. The choice that just made more practical sense and the choice that would lead me to be and feel ‘happy’.

And so, I did what any normal 16-year-old would do, and I chose to study and get my three-year certificate in the Early Childhood Education program at Vanier College. Now while I enjoyed working in the field for 8 years, at some point that dream too came to an end and the realization that I needed a change was not an easy one to grasp and swallow. I had to start from zero and start generating all of my likes and dislikes into two columns and decide where to go from there. And while opportunities came and went, today, all I wish I could have told my younger self, was to ALWAYS choose your first choice-no matter how terrified you feel. Because in the end, your first choice which is your scariest choice is your BEST choice. And because we tend to let fear get in the way, it creates a wall for us to see beyond that fear, blocking our vision to our best future self.

So now 20 years later, here I am. More confused and uncertain about my career and with a whole lot of words and experiences to share with all of the younger ‘ME’s’ out there. We are all just trying to find our true and authentic selves.

Life as an adult is like a never-ending tale of decision making. And while some decisions come rather easily than others, they all find a way to keep you up at night. And one of life’s greatest lessons which will forever haunt me, is that the scariest decision that you’ll ever have to make in life will be the one that will keep you up at night with gut fluttering butterflies dancing around in your stomach.

And while you may convince yourself that that ah ha moment was when you chose that specific career or when you chose to quit that job or even when you chose to accept that new position, it’s not. Life’s greatest lesson and most difficult decision to make, is the one where young and innocent you chose to push aside your daydreams to settle for what may have seemed like the next best thing.

And it’s wrong!

It’s wrong to make us believe that our daydreams are not worth it. And it awful to make us think that being a dreamer is the same as carrying wasted thoughts, because it’s not. Daydreams are the stepping stones to our future and happy selves. We need those little thought fragments to help us see what is waiting for us out there in this big crazy world. We need to have something to hold on to. But most importantly, we need all of these little special somethings to believe in. Because without our dreams and daydreams, what do we really have left to believe in? The negative words that we are used to being told because heck, that’s just the way it is.

No! I am boycotting this damn assumption.

The ah ha moment in every little girl’s life is and should have been (for us older women) when you say hello to 13-year-old you and not goodbye. It’s when you decide that your daydreams are not just empty fragments of your thoughts but rather, footsteps leading you to your higher and most amazing true self.

And the second you start believing and manifesting that thought into your present life, that is when everything will start to shift and change. That is when you finally have started to make your daydreams come true.

So, what do I wish to tell my 13-year-old self along with all 13-year-old little girls of today?

Never stop believing in the magic of your daydreams. For every single one of those little thoughts will soon grow to become bad ass ideas leading you to live your healthiest and happiest version of you.

So ill end this article with this little hashtag.

#HUSTLEGIRLHUSTLE

~Rachela Farella~

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