Your Dreams Aren't Crazy

Lately I've been daydreaming about living in a vintage renovated Airstream.  We would park it on our land, travel all over the country whenever we wanted to, and have the freedom of tiny living.  This dream makes me feel excited and inspired, but then... I shake my head, and think "Lindsay, that's crazy."

If you know me, then you know that I have been toying with living simply and minimizing "the stuff" for some time now.  It all started when I one day realized that I was working ridiculous hours for a bunch of things I didn't really care for.  Don't get me wrong, working is a good thing especially when you enjoy what you do, but there is a balance to be found. I'm semi-obsessed with watching and reading anything that has to do with tiny houses and downsizing.  I find it fascinating!  Anyone else?

But back to my Airstream dream.  So many families make it work!  And I haven't heard one of them say that they ever regretted the time they spent living this way.  It doesn't have to be forever.

So is it really crazy?  No.  Challenging maybe at times.  Alternative.  But not crazy.

I have a history with labeling things as crazy...

Quitting my job.

Selling our house.

My husband leaving his job.

Cutting bangs.  Okay that seriously was crazy!

All of those major life events scared the hell out of me, and for years leading up to them I considered them to be crazy, impossible, and unrealistic.  And then each of them happened.  Some of them in the same month even!  And guess what?  The world didn't stop.  We didn't end up homeless.  We even had a baby, and it was fine.  This isn't life or death here (always a good thing to remember!).  Opportunities presented themselves to us that we never imagined.  I'm happier now.  Nothing crazy about any of that!

I also thought that enrolling in yoga teacher training was crazy.  I put it off for about 7 years.  I was "too old," and "too established in my career."  Ridiculous, I know, but I really thought those things.  Then one day I recognized that I was stifling my passion.  I applied to teacher training that day, and it was one of the best decisions I've ever made.  I was so afraid, but I did it!  And guess what?  It wasn't crazy!

What I've recognized is that I convince myself that things are crazy when I feel fear, and want to subconsciously avoid it.  It protects me from having to dig deeper and confront what I am afraid of.  It's one big defense mechanism; an excuse to not do the fear tackling work. When a dream makes me uncomfortable, calling it crazy allows me to quickly toss it aside, not feel bad about myself for dismissing it, and remain safe.  Safe, but oh so stuck.

Soooo... I'm done dismissing what makes my heart beat faster as crazy.  Done!  It's a lousy excuse, and I'm calling myself out.  I want to confront my fears.  I want to allow myself to be vulnerable.  I don't want to look back on my life, and realize that I played the whole thing safe.

And what really is crazy?  With all the people I have worked with or spoken to I have never once thought that there dreams were too crazy to obtain.  It's usually just the fear of the unknown or fear of potential failure getting in their way.  Convincing themselves that it is crazy allows them to avoid the discomfort.

I don't know if the Airstream will actually happen, but it's worth looking into.  I'll keep everyone posted!

What dreams are you writing off because you've convinced yourself that they're somehow crazy/impossible/unrealistic/unattainable? 

Or what fears have you moved past that you once thought were absolutely nuts?