I write this for the dreamer, the one who knows there’s more. The one who imagines a different way of being; the one who, even for a split second, sees an alternate reality. I write this for the one who craves a chance, a possibility to use his/her abilities to form what is yet unknown. For that person who feels like she’s living lower than she was supposed to, than what she was created for. I write for he who feels like he’s existing as a mere chicken, pecking away at grain on the ground, while on the inside he feels the call of the skies, eagle that he really is.

There’s something about that song. It does it to me every time I hear it. Switchfoot certainly did something right – the song has an anthem feel to it, like it is calling out to a generation. Move! Get off your butt and…move! I feel pushed, challenged, each and every time I listen to it. It’s not just a song that’s fun to sing along to, but…there’s something more. Here are some of its lyrics:

Everybody waits for you now
What happens next?
What happens next?

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before

Welcome to the fallout
Welcome to resistance
The tension is here
The tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be

Gosh, there is something about that song, isn’t there? The writers captured it perfectly with that word: tension. Do you know I fully believe that each person knows what that tension is? Despite that, many have, with great skill, drowned it. Some blinded themselves to the tension sometime between their childhood and young adulthood. Others killed it when they became adults, because “adulting” meant that one had to live with reality, pay bills, deal with school loan debts, etc. etc. It felt as if one simply needed to do what is necessary to get life done. Still, for many, many people like you and me, the reality is that the tension plagues them. As they go to bed at night, they think thoughts like: “surely this isn’t it?” “Is this all there is to my life?” “Am I just a hamster on a wheel?” Thoughts that pass between the ears before the drift to zzz land.

When morning breaks, it’s back to real life. After all, one must be realistic. And just like that, they push those nighttime dreamlike thoughts aside, rushing on just to get.life.done.

Tension.

A year passes. Then ten. Then, what…?

Tension.

I dare you to dream, reader. We were created packed and packed with goodness. With talents. With ideas yet untapped. When you pause and allow yourself to dream, to actually dream, you’ll find joy reach your lips and find their resting place in your eyes. Why? You’ll feel like a child again. You’ll think: “so, is it possible?” “Dare I…?” And that very alive imagination you once had as a child will kick back up again. If you’ve watched the fantastic (!) animated movie Inside Out, you’ll remember the delightful Bing Bong, Riley’s childhood imaginary friend. As I watched and saw all that Bing Bong could do, I found myself giggling soooo hard! I literally became a child again! A hardcore adult watching those movie scenes would think: “no, of course he can’t actually CRY candy! No one can,” but when you allow yourself be lost in the movie, you realize that anything is possible to a child. And know what? You and I were those kinds of kids at a point in time. So again I ask: “Where is that child?” “Where is that dreamer?”

Go back there.

Now, after you’ve given yourself time and permission to dream, I dare you to go beyond…and do! This guy is very good at giving people structure for how to turn their ideas into profitable businesses. He’s actually super great and his program is awesome – for anyone who cares/needs it. But apart from Dale, there are other ways to start actually giving your dreams legs. Look into those ways. Don’t let 2018 be like every other year has been. Plus, it’s only February. Come on, my friends. 🙂

Don’t be like Riley. Don’t let your Bing Bong disappear.

Move!

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