Christmas is the season that grants you permission to delve into your deepest passions. I made my dream a reality through presents; wishing Santa had ticked off my list. If I could receive a Furby, maybe some Lego and a cardboard stocking with chocolates inside, I was living the high-life.
Gradually, my dreams expanded. Soon I was picturing my future. By the time I reached highschool, I knew that I had to pick my perfect profession.
Writing made complete sense. Creative writing was my favourite – despite rarely receiving those primary school gold stars stapled to the wall. Not to mention that I adored my diary and always found the space to put pen to paper.
If I cook too long or spend awhile snapping a dozen images, I will want to stop. Writing however, you can only drag me away if my hands tire of tapping the alphabet consecutively.
Naturally, journalism became an obvious idea. Despite being in the creative industry and not as intellectual as studying economics or biology, there was a sense that it required astute intellect.
A really, really talented writer, otherwise you will fall to the waste side and fit that stereotypical Hollywood notion; forever on the same tracks hoping to make a break.
I knew that writing was hard and my family and friends knew it too. The chances of B grade student achieving, was like a D list celebrity becoming an icon.
As my entire school life was average – various subjects fell below, nobody took me seriously. Laughable if I had declared that I will one day write books.
The university process caused bursts of anxiety. My intelligent friends were organised and efficient. Providing I gained the grades expected (by college they had increased), I would be accepted to my chosen choices. It seemed too much, no excitement on my part and I hated the concept of living with strangers.
Accepting that it was no longer for me, I went for my next best option. I loved makeup; travel and making others feel good. Studying and going on as a freelance makeup artist, I built up my portfolio assisting celebrity artists and gaining credits across the industry.
When I turned 24, I finally lost my insecurity to stay with my plan B and took the risk to make my dream a reality. Here are the traits to be a successful dreamer:
Unconditional belief in you
Especially in the creative field where two reputable insiders can both disagree, be prepared for criticism.
They say that the bigger you dream, the more noise you hear. At every corner you are bound to face a negative sound.
Someone who believes that you are lazy and spending too much thought on a silly vision, when you should be solely focused on saving money and hoping for a promotion – at a job which is safe but bores you to sleep.
A person who believes that you are not worth it; without truly understanding your skills, they deem you unqualified for being a successful dreamer.
And then there are those who will not care what you say; only when they see an inkling of potential, will a threat level rise and envy deform from their skin.
So as cheesy as it sounds, Journey said it best, “Don’t stop believing”.
Hunger to put yourself out there
Looking for my first publishing was nearly impossible. I had me and my blog for evidence of my writing. I did all the typical searches – “freelance writing jobs”.
Spare instances I spent on research. As I was about to give up and take a break, I had a feeling to think more internationally. If I could not get published on a UK site, would another country be more inclined?
I found myself on a small American blog as a guest post. Followed by a high-fashion Toronto based magazine. It was the confidence boost I needed, to know that an editor out there in the world thought that I had enough talent.
Now I am working with UK publications, yet I am still ambitious to publish my name anywhere. And as creativity states art is never right or wrong, I will not wilter when my work is dismissed.
The ability to learn
While I vouch for non-stop belief and hunger to find those yes’s, it is equally important to hear a bad critique.
It’s rare for complete truthfullness. Most editors are too busy to proof-read and put together a paragraph of honesty. Which means you might repeat mistakes oblivious.
This is common in any field. If you are lucky enough for an expert to give you feedback, take that on board. It is a balancing act of arrogance and humbleness.
Optional to make the changes they suggest; helpful nevertheless.
Make your dream a reality – say it out loud
There is nervousness to speak out. At what point do you say – this is what I am.
When you lose that fear, it suddenly becomes real. Of course, I am not going to go round and tell people that I am a doctor purely because I want to be one.
Creative jobs give you leeway here. The point is to specifically know what you want and be frank that it will happen.
“It could” becomes “It will”.
Accept that you might be alone
I used to find it strange that people’s dreams are not all directly related to their careers. As I had lived my whole life putting my ambitions before all else, I could not see how another person did not do the same.
It was egotistical of me to assume that my path was right for everyone.
Identically, people who are not striving to reach a substantial professional goal may view your need to make your dream a reality, as confusing.
And what they fail to comprehend, they can assume is wrong. It is similar to motherhood where a few argue that a baby is what all women should desire in their nearby future.
If you meet anyone who calls you crazy, stupid or living in a fantasy, they don’t have your brain and your knowledge.
Don’t give up
My friend had a fair point when she mentioned that it is ok to dream, as long as you are truthful of your capabilities. Therefore, a singer or no.1 tennis player at Wimbledon is off-limits for me.
Usually you follow what you find yourself at ease with. Follow wisely; you will be in the right direction.
It is not guaranteed overnight or in a year’s duration. I aim for the little strides which total to the giant leaps.
While I have my strides all building and growing, I know that I am dreaming successfully. When I see things happening that I foresaw on a train out the window, I know that I am making my dream a reality.
What is or what are your dreams? Have you made your dream a reality?
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