LIVE THE LIFE I HAVE IMAGINED & DREAMED OF !!

I believe in my dream

Have you ever woken up and thought you don’t know what you want anymore
You have so many options that you never knew existed, possibilities you had never dreamed of before
Doesn’t everything happen for a reason?

this is a very stupid thing to try to do. the fun thing about life is how unpredictable it is. you mess with that balance, and you’re bound to be unhappy for a large part of your time on this planet.

I can see a pretty picture taking form but I need to focus on the here and now to get it done. The day dawned with a cool mist of dew as I wentout the door to work. I knew everything is going to be alright.

All you have to do is dream and imagine about the life you have right now! Isn’t it so easy! Hurray me!

The problem is Dreams cost money. A few are free but, the once that are really good are costing a small fortune.

I was hating everything so much I didn’t stop to see, my dreams came and went. I was hating so much they flew right past me. I came up with a way to trap my dreams into being a partof me. In a net I run around and catch them like butterflies. One at a time they will come true, with or with out you.

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I had diner today with my mentor, another manager (the recruiting responsible) and a senior staff. She invited us for lunch at one of the best and expensive restaurants. 3 impressive ladies and “unmeaningful me”. Three successful women and a newby. I was shy and speechless… But I did learn and reflect a lot during this gathering.
The conversation was interesting between them, they hit many indispensable subjects such as their husbands, their houses, children, work, clients and aging… AGING. These women all expressed their fear of years. 40… questionnable age.
As I will be turning 23 next Sunday, I was particularly on alert when my models mentionned that their 23rd year was the best in their life. Again, I will be 23 next Sunday, my 22nd year has been the best in my short life. However, I want to continue with the trend. I want to have an infinity of happy years. It is then the best time to reflect on what I want to be when I will be old (why now- new career, new beginnings).
When I was 5, I wanted to be just like my mom. I wanted to dress like her, wear her shoes, smile like her and have her hair. I wore her jewelry and tried to chew my meat just like her.
At 10, I wanted to be just like my pediatrician. She was pretty, she was young and she was a doctor and she smelled nice.
At 13, I wanted to be named George Sand and I was dreaming about writing famous books.
I stopped wanting to become someone else at 17. I wanted just to be a better version of myself. I wanted to be pretty, to talk perfectly, to meet the love of my life, have an average career and get married. I didn’t really have any specific desires. I was just living my life, just enjoying the new freedom.
I left my home country one year after to begin my degree in management. I was amazed by my new environment and by the multiple opportunities. I wanted to get As and have the perfect GPA. I wanted to make my parents proud – they were investing so much in my education.
A few months after, I was in love and I wanted to be a wifey, a mommy, a docile housewife, Mrs. X. My dreams were to cook pies and watch tv with my soulmate. I just wanted a house and a computer so I could write while my hubby would be working.
These infamous female desires lasted 2 years and they died, just like my passivity. I gained assurance and ambitions, and during the past years I have worked in accomplishing my primary goals: finish my degree in Accounting, keep an acceptable GPA, get a job at one of the Big 4 and have my CA designation. And … I didn’t want to be like my mom. Not like my mom!
All done now… except for the CA designation – but it is a long term process.
I need new goals, new motivations. Meeting my role models today had alarmed me about the need to orientate myself.
Do I want to like these 3 women in 10 years?
Do I see myself discussing my clients and entertaining new recruits while enjoying a fancy lunch?
Will I be happy doing my job for the next 30-40 years? Will I be happy earning money and more money and more money and having the big house, the nice husband, the dog, the wonderful job, the expensive coat?
Do I really want to be a partner? How much am I willing to invest, to donate for a corporate career?
What about me saving the world? What about me helping orphans, working in Africa, building my country?
What about my desires to have a political life? To be a woman of power?
What about me writing that book, writing history, writing the stories, my grandmom anecdotes, my mom learning, my memoirs?
When I will be old, I will …
When I will be old, when I will be 30, do I want to be like my mentor?
When I will be old, ..., when I will be 40-50, I will go and help the poorest.
When I will be old, 50 or 60, I will write my book. I will have wisdom, I will have more knowledge and I will share it.
But now…, it is just the beginning. Now, I don’t know. Obviously, I already decided when I applied for my position- I worked so hard for it. Now, I can just be the perfect junior auditor. Now I can learn how to audit cash, prepaid and receivables. Now, I will just learn the basics and dream about WHEN I WILL BE OLD…

I am a dreamer. I live my life through my dreams. I see the sun at night and have it in the morning. I see rains in my nightmare and forget my umbrella. So far I have achieved all of my dreams and I want this to continue.

yep! i am a dreamer.