Be Brave and Dream Big
Six months ago I received my degree and graduated. Since
then I haven’t posted on here. Why exactly I can’t say because technically
nothing has stopped me. In fact for a while, I had more than enough time to
write a novel to envy the length of war and peace. But of course writing
requires more than time, so much more.
Graduating isn’t easy. They tell you it won’t be. But they
never said it would be quite as hard as it was quite as early on. One of my friends
summed it up by saying she thought we’d all be too poor to go out drinking but
would instead congregate in somebody’s home, together, poor but happy. Whereas the
reality was that we were all just miserable, endless job rejections can do that
to you and did to me and my friends. Too miserable to consider meeting up to
attempt merriness, the non-sober kind or not. I found it horrific. And, in all
honesty, still do at points. There is no longer the comfort of terms and
structure and support and a net you fall back on. Now it’s time to fly the
coop, properly. But so far, my experiences of flying have ended up with me
falling to the ground, either immediately or after a couple of moments of deceptive
flight. And falling so regularly still makes me dependant on others, either for
physical or moral aid. Home for Christmas and rather envious of my cat’s
easy-going life (her biggest anxiety is the black cat that’s been sleeping in
our cellar), I sometimes wish I’d not wanted so much for my life post-education
and that my dreams weren’t so big. If they weren’t, maybe flight wouldn’t be so
hard to master.
But what is the point of living if you don’t aim high? It’s cliché
but true, you do only live once and if you aim safely throughout you’ll end up
with regrets and a life boring enough to send your grandchildren to sleep. Of course,
your life isn’t a tale you live in order to impress future generations but it
should at least be something that impresses, astonishes, amazes, excites and,
yes, sometimes frightens you. Dream big dreams and do brave things. You will
hit the ground. More than once. But at least you set a flight path more
exciting than the nest one over from your own.
2013 is around the corner and I’ve set myself a challenge:
carry on. Carry on dreaming big, being brave and setting off, or trying to. I
say it’s a challenge because while 2012 in many respects was great, in many
other respects it nearly beat the life out of me. But I’m still here. Dreaming
big, being brave and trying to set off.
It’s easy to see when you dream big but sometimes it isn’t
as easy to see when you’ve been brave. I think we tend to overlook the more
common place, daily moments of courage. When you look back on your last year,
or the ones previous, do make sure to celebrate these moments, they include so
much. You don’t just have to jump out of an airplane to be brave. In my opinion
you are brave if you have ever travelled somewhere new alone, gone to
University far away from anywhere you know with nobody else you know there,
started a new job not knowing one thing about the industry you are starting in,
allowed yourself to fall in love, told somebody other than family you love
them, started a public venture/enterprise without the sage advice/handholding
of somebody with experience at every step of the way, done something others
told you couldn’t and dreamt you could in the first place. I think other things
can make you brave too, like going into battle, but I know very few people that
is likely to happen to and, as I said, bravery can be the most common place of
things and goes hand in hand with dreaming big. So be brave, dream big and have
a really good 2013, you won’t get another chance at it.
If you need any advice on dreaming big and being brave, look to this chap. I think he's got absolutely the right idea.
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