Going After Your Dreams is a Lifestyle

Today was a test. A true ‘have-ya-got-it-in-ya-test’? I passed. Somehow, someway, I’ve made it out alive.

My day was packed to the rim. I had a workout scheduled early, a phone meeting using the coolest software ever. I had time to head off to a client meeting. Then another phone meeting. Hung up with that to run down to another meeting. Left that and found myself in a pitch meeting. Then, finally off to a birthday party. Barely minutes squeezed between.

I didn’t have time to answer unscheduled calls. It was a whirlwind. Luckily I packed lunch and dinner expecting this.

Tonight when I got home my little dog was so happy to see me. My little Schmulee jumped up and down. He gave me kisses. His 22lbs of puppy shook and whimpered at his excitement. I had to toss my stuff down to give him hugs. “I missed you too Schmulee Pie.” He’s not used to me being gone for such long days.

I head to my room. All I want to do is get out of these clothes, get into pj’s, wash my face, crawl into bed. But, alas, the day is not done. I need to unpack and repack for tomorrow. Time to review tomorrow’s schedule, time to set alarm, pack for the swim. Time to decompress and prepare.

Then I see that the little punk Schmulz has been so anxious he’s chewed through my favorite pair of pajama pants. Totally, completely and utterly unfair. All I want is to put on those wonderful pants and relax. Now I want to take back the kisses and hugs. But, of course, I don’t. Because of course, they’re just pajama pants.

Then I remember some words of wisdom I received in this hectic day from my friend and successful entrepreneur Angela “You know, Lauralie, Going after your dreams is a lifestyle.”

Why, yes, of course it is. It’s a lifestyle of excitement and time spent and energy expended. A lifestyle where some of the best moments turn into disappointing pajama letdowns and turn into ‘it-doesn’t-matter-moments’ soon to follow. It’s a lifestyle of picking battles, making plans, having conversations that last a perpetual 10 hours. It’s a lifestyle that’s fairly unforgiving. It takes your time, it doesn’t give it back. Sometimes it takes your breath away. Sometimes it lasts all night. And in the end, the Dream lives among this lifestyle. Checking emails at 1am. Accepting new friend requests at 1:18am.

And it’s all worth it.

Today I lived the lifestyle of my dreams. I found passion. I talked. I was excited about this new business in every moment. At the end of this oh-so-busy-day I wondered “Where did the time go? There’s still so much to be done.” And there will always be so much to be done. Because the having of the undone, the turn around every new minute, these are the things dreams are made of. In moments of hefty uncertainty and in moments of light clarity, the lifestyle that dreams are made of comes to bed with me tonight and we sleep on the “We did it” moments and the “That shit was awesome” wins.

Today was one day that my entrepreneurial dreams became a very busy Lifestyle. And I intend to keep it that way.