This week I learned about choosing to make your dreams happen.
Not in a, one morning you wake up and poof you have your dream life! I’m talking about the journey to the mountain. My husband and I recently made a decision to make one of our dreams a reality by purchasing our 1st dream home. We had originally talked about living below our means while business coaching for another 5 – 10 years, saving a set amount until we could invest in a business. Then one day after the business was up and running only then could we live our dream life. We have skipped vacations and set fun spending to a minimum. We don’t take days off our business coaching careers, go out every night or live a spectacularly social life. The day starts with my husband getting ready for work and once he leaves the house I get ready, we plan out our days individually then are working until 6 pm, we get home to eat dinner, catch up on our day and go to bed. I bring up all these points not because we were unhappy. The opposite actually! My husband and I enjoy our jobs, go on a date night every week, live in a safe, beautiful home, and spend Sundays together!
My instinctive reaction was “why do we need to move” and “we can’t afford it”.
Currently, my husband and I have rented out our first home and have been talking about buying 2 more rentals before the end of the year. Last week my husband stopped by a new construction and the owner who was checking on the house offered to give Andrew a tour. The home is a custom build with every detail thought out from the floor plan to the size of the garage, to the amount of foam insulation. My husband came home after seeing this beautiful home and talked to me about the house, I wasn’t sure why we were talking about moving into a home outside of our budget or even moving at all. Now I see this is a poverty mindset, the worldview of lack. My instinctive reaction was “why do we need to move” and “we can’t afford it”. If I could take back all the times I’ve ever stopped myself from being happy or pursuing a goal I would slap past self, with a chair. My husband sat down with me and we went over our expenses, how much we’d still save month to month, projected bills for The Dream Home. I was surprised after he laid out the numbers. This house became a possibility in what appeared overnight but was in truth a year and a half long path.
I am now understanding that living my dreams is not a fairy tale or an overnight occurrence. Our dreams are happening from intentionally starting every day with them on our minds.
