friday's confession: My dreams changed.

If you'd asked me 10 years ago what my dream was, I would have said that I wanted to be planning events for a major non-profit. Check.

If you'd asked me 3 years ago what my dream was, I would have answered that I wanted to have a space that allowed me to create every day and that was a creative haven for other dreamers. A safe space for dreaming big. Check.

If you were to ask me today what my dream is, I'd say that I want to change the world. I want to inspire EVERYONE to live the shit out of their lives - in the big moments and in the every day. Starting now. 

If you ask me next year, I might have a new dream. One that's so different, I can't even imagine it right now. And that's what happens - dreams change.

Each step of my journey has brought me to a different place. The learning, the winding path, the victories and defeats - they all create new opportunities and visions for me. And that's okay.

Last week, I said goodbye to my part-time non-profit job and to Teahouse - two dreams I had and loved for a time. And now I'm ready to move on to the newness. I know that I'm destined for something greater.

The terrified excitement I'm feeling is telling me so.

Here we go.