A Poem
We think following a dream is an epic journey.
Instead, it’s like following your hyper toddler around when you’re trying to get him to stay still while you clean his face so he looks presentable.
It’s like starting a diet the week that you are on a cruise and purchased the unlimited alcohol package.
Imagine deciding to grow your own vegetables, feeling high off the image of your homegrown salads, but you can’t get past the seedling stage because they keep dying.
It’s driving across a few states when you need to use the restroom, but you hesitate to stop because you don’t know if the town you’re currently passing will be friendly to your “ethnic” face and hair.
It’s similar to when you need to lose 75 pounds and obsessively check the scale after your first 2 days of 20-minute walks.
It’s preparing to perform in front of a crowd something you have worked on for months, only to have the event cancelled due to rain.
It’s battling a person constantly telling you that you are not equipped to achieve this dream, at every related decision, and knowing that person is yourself.
It only takes consistency.
And a positive attitude.
And stick-to-it-tiveness.
And a “stomach” for the self-deprecating nausea.
And the nerve to work on the dream even when you don’t feel like it.
And an understanding that it may not be great, but it will represent your heart.
Following a dream is a slow burn of an ember that is not meant to destroy. It’s meant to illuminate.
Light up the night sky with your flame. Let it become a bonfire of all your excuses.
Raíces: Rooted in Faith, Familia, and Friendship 