There’s been a cool thing that’s happened over the past couple years: chasing your dreams has become sexy.
We’ve become people who aren’t content working 9-5 just to pay the bills. Instead, we want to feel like we’re making an impact. Or we want to actually make an impact.
Millenials, for all their shortcomings, are a generation who would rather take less money and do what they believe in than make more by working a job they hate.
And that’s awesome.
What we tend to forget to talk about is the unsexy side of chasing your dreams.
The times we get told no.
The ways negative news tends to come all at once.
The emotional roller coaster of the process.
Last week I had a hard day. The reality of losing half my income in three weeks started to hit home and I got scared.
A crazy thing happens when you write about chasing your dreams: you end up remembering what they are.
A few weeks ago I wrote about walking in the middle of the road to create space to dream. On the day I wrote that post, I had a thought pop in my head while walking the dog:
What would it look like to be a freelance graphic designer working with churches and people to impact the world?
By the time the dog and I got back to my house, I’d pushed the thought to the back of my head as a dream that could one day happen.
Over the course of the weeks after that intial thought, the idea kept coming back over and over. For the last 20 months or so, I’ve had an uneasiness within me saying there was something more out there for me. I never could put my finger on what exactly it was, but I always knew it was there. Maybe this idea, this dream, was what was next.
I processed things with a lot of people to see if there was even a market for my idea. To my surprise, every person I asked said the same thing: there’s definitely a market for it. I’ve just got to find the right people to partner with.
About a month ago I began conversations with the leadership of my church. As I told them my ideas and my dreams, they were on board with them. I remember my executive pastor telling me he knew there was a higher calling on my life and this idea would let me reach it.
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I’m writing this post on my couch with my feet propped up on the table in front of me. It’s cold outside but I’m comfortable because we were able to pay the gas bill. My dog is across the room taking a nap. There’s a Dr. Pepper next to me and music playing around me.
My wife and I don’t have everything we want, but we definitely have everything we need. We haven’t gone on lavish vacations but we get to go home to see family this week. An unexpected payment to fix my car hit us last week but it’s not going to cripple us.
By every definition I’m comfortable.
As I read the Bible, I see dudes who were also comfortable. They had their normal life they’d spent years crafting and learning to love. They woke up, did their routine, hung out with the people they cared about, and went to bed. It may have been mundane, but at least it was comfortable.
All these guys have one thing in common: at some point, they all put everything on the line to go after what God was calling them to. They knew they might be screwing up their life but they believed in something bigger than themselves and went for it. They pushed past knowing people would make fun of them. They knew people wouldn’t understand what they were doing. They risked everything to go after the potential of something. Continue reading