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Relearning how to dream…

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Print and photo by the talented Jasmine Dowling.

“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.”
– T. E. Lawrence

“You have to dream before your dreams can come true.”
– A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

 

Whilst catching up with friends recently I’ve noticed that I have been getting rather excited when talking about my plans for the year and for the future in general. Look, it’s better than reporting that “not much” has been happening (seeing as it renders catching up somewhat redundant), but my enthusiasm is bordering on geeky.

Although it is a bit lame, this quietly marks a significant personal achievement.

How??  Well, let me explain.

See, one day nearly two years ago I came to the rather awful, heartbreaking realisation that I had no dreams.

None. None at all. Unless you include “passing all of my subjects this semester” as a dream.

My dreams had been erased and scratched out and burnt. They had disappeared and vanished. Life, which had once been in high-definition, had become a foggy blur where my dreams were completely indiscernible.

It was a rainy, grey winter’s morning in Sydney and I was sitting with about 30 strangers at a one day event for young adults which I had been invited along to. They had advertised it with inspirational guest speakers (including a non-Rugby sports star) and free lunch. Hence, I was sold.

Our morning session began with a motivational speaker (the one who wasn’t an elite athlete) presenting. As it so happened, he spoke to us about the power of our dreams and how to achieve them. Between scribbling down some thoughts on the very pretty notebook we’d all been given at the start of the day, he turned the question to us: “So, what are your dreams?”

Uhhh… Well, this is awkward… What are my dreams? Hmmmmm… Ahhh… Errrr… Ummmm.

It was at this moment that it hit me that I had no dreams.

As per usual, I didn’t really put all of the pieces of the puzzle together at the time. However, looking at it now, it makes perfect sense as I was actually in a really dark place at that time. Everything was a struggle. I could barely see past the next few days, let alone months or years ahead. Depression is a bit of a b!tch at the best of times.

I find it saddening just to type it, but I simply didn’t have energy or cerebral space to contemplate the future. Thus, I had few plans and little to look forward to. I had nothing to aim for because I had no dreams to fuel those aims, which only served to compact my depression a bit more.

However, my lack of dreams was not fixed as simply as just, well, dreaming. No, in this case it took working on the depression before I was eventually able to start dreaming again…

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Cut forward nearly two years. A fair bit has changed and I have come a long way… and I guess one of the inadvertent markers of how far I’ve come is that I’m dreaming again.

In all honesty, I can barely remember anything that that motivational speaker said all that time ago. Oops. I was listening, I promise! The whole ‘dreams’ thing had dropped off my radar fairly soon after that day. However, they’ve finally come back onto the scene. I think this has been aided by now being able to countdown my days left at uni and being inspired by my friends and peers, who have reminded me that we can all do some pretty awesome sh!t with our lives.

And now that they are here, oh, are they here. A bland, ambivalent, vague future has been replaced by ambitious, vivid dreams which I am feeling pretty damn passionate about.

That doesn’t mean that I have complete clarity or that I’m not confused about which path to take (Ha! What a novelty that’d be!), but man does it feel good.

It feels so good to want something – to be driven and to have a capacity for desire which extends beyond chocolate.

However having dreams isn’t entirely straight forward.

See, now that I have dreams, I have to do something with them. Good work, Einstein. 

This would be simple if I had simple dreams, but, naturally, they are rather grand and not the kinds of things which can be pulled off in a day. Yes, that is probably part of the inherent nature of dreams – that they are long-term things to work towards and look forward to – but I didn’t imagine that having dreams would be so… problematic.

See, now that I have some dreams I am actually slightly afraid. No, that’s not a word I use in relation to myself very often – I use it very rarely, in fact. But articulating my dreams has churned this up in me because once I say them aloud then I am, in a way, committing myself to make them real and they could well take me down some very different life paths to the one I am currently travelling on. The unknown is exciting, but it’s a bit scary too. In addition to this, I sometimes feel a bit embarrassed articulating my dreams to others because I feel that there are other people who are far more talented and better-suited to my dreams.

In writing this post I revisited my pretty notebook from that day nearly two years ago (twas the 5th of June, 2012 if you’re interested). As it so happens, during his presentation the motivational speaker talked about how the main thing which prevent people from realising their dreams is what he called the “Fat Bastards” – also known as our negative self-talk which causes us to doubt ourselves, place ceilings over our heads, allow fear to fester, getting us stuck in ruts and allowing what other people say to discourage us.

His advice was to program the voice you do want to hear to speak louder than the Fat Bastards. The negative thoughts are unable to be erased entirely, but they can be dimmed so that they are barely audible.

Well, thank you notebook from 2012 and thank you hoarder Alex for keeping said notebook. See, I told you it would come in handy. 

Well, if it’s as simple as over coming negative self-talk then, in theory, I should be able to do that pretty easily (seeing as I have done it quite a few times before)… but it can be much harder in practice, can’t it?

So, although I’m not ready to type my dreams out on the interweb (which you may find ironic considering some of the other things that I am willing to type about), I have started to tell some of my close friends about where I’m heading…

… and, as it so happens, I didn’t really have anything to be fearful of in the first place.

Alex x

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the bucket list 2014.

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All of the images in this post are from Miami Horror’s “Holidays” film clip, simply because I think it’s rather awesome. You can watch it here.

It has only taken me nineteen days of this year, but I have finally written my 2014 Bucket List. You took your time.

You may remember that I’ve talked about this annual Bucket List thing before. If not, that’s ok. I won’t hold it against you. Basically, for me, making New Years Resolutions is a sweet idea, but “idea” is the operative word and “idea” is where it usually ends. So, rather than inevitably forgetting about the fact that I wrote resolutions in the first place and then getting to the 30th of December and saying “S#!%! I still haven’t learnt how to do the splits!” I now make an annual Bucket List. The idea is that it gets me to do stuff rather than being wishy washy and airy fairy. I’m the kind of girl who needs concrete stuff which can be crossed off a list.

The items range from the large and shall-be-challenging to the truly mundane to the you’ve-done-this-before, but it helps to remind me to do things I want to do and enjoy doing throughout the year. In addition to this, my logic is that if I slowly chip away at The Big Bucket List each year then I won’t get to 84 and realise that I have a huge list of things that I’ve always wanted to do that I have not done and not much time to do them in.

Initially I felt disconcertingly ambivalent and uninspired at the prospect of writing a new Bucket List… and mildly pressured by the fact that, up until the 7th of January, it felt like everyone was asking me about what my resolutions were. Oh, the pressure. Thankfully, I finally sat down earlier this week, oil pastel crayons and textas  in hand, and let it rip. I like oil pastels, ok? 

This year I decided I’d start with New Years Resolution style themes and then turn them into tangible items for Le Bucket List which I hope to will achieve during the year ahead.

Image2014: Get a boyfriend who resembles Zoidberg from “Futurama”. Got that one in the can.

Four pages and some oil-smeared fingers later and I can present to you the edited version* of my 2014 Bucket List, categorised by their themes:

Financial Management

  • Create your first ever budget and hold yourself accountable to whether you stick to it or not.
  • Set up a regular saving mechanism (you know, the automatic transfer thing with your bank account) with the long, long-term goal of buying an investment property… which will probably be somewhere in the desert between Sydney and Perth but hey, it’ll be a start.

Travel

  • Save up and pay for my own travel/holiday.
  • Explore a new place/city/country.
  • Go on a road trip.

Relationships

  • Make five good new friends.
  • Re-invest in/repair one broken relationship. (Am I allowed to clarify that I don’t have that many relationships to choose from for this? Ok. Thanks.)
  • Write 20 letters (or emails) to friends who live overseas. NB: Facebook messages do not count as emails.

Expanding my mind

  • Read 12 new authors.
  • Read one mind-opening article (or similar) every second day. NB: Daily Mail does not count as ‘mind-opening’. Also, keep a list of what you’ve read until you’re not having to remind yourself to read said articles.
  • Take a screenshot of your current most visited webpages. You know, the one that you see when you open a new tab on Google Chrome. By the end of the year have eight different websites there – sites which help to expand your mind and your world.

Fun things, new things and laughing more

  • Try three new things.
  • Play poker.
  • Have a water fight.
  • Go sailing.
  • Try stand up paddle boarding.
  • Try a new hairstyle – it’s overdue.
  • Go to some stand up comedy.
  • Host a party.
  • Sew something substantial. (I’m thinking a dress or a skirt.)

ImageI realllly dislike my hair getting all f-ed up by the wind and going all over my face. Perhaps I should add letting it get f-ed up to the Bucket List…

Cooking

  • Master five new recipes.
  • Do an invention test. i.e. create a culinary delight without a recipe or help from your mum. i.e. wing it with a random assortment of ingredients and see what happens.
  • Host a dinner party.

Uni, post-uni and career

  • Finish your degree!
  • Write one flipping fantastic uni essay prior to your completion of the aforementioned degree.
  • Apply for a yet to be decided number of graduate programmes, both Sydney and non-Sydney based.
  • Do some writing about marketing stuff.
  • Complete at least one more internship prior to finishing uni.
  • Make a kick arse back-up plan to use in the event that you find yourself utterly unemployed at the start of 2015. Also, make sure that the back-up plan involves living in Italy.

Giving more

  • Volunteer on a regular basis.

Creativity

  • Complete one creative project/piece of work.
  • Go to a life-drawing class.
  • Go to five different art exhibitions.

Contentment

  • (I think I’m going to write a whole post on this so do you mind waiting until next week and then we can pick this up again? Ok. Thanks for that.)

Independence

  • Make some concrete plans for moving out at the end of 2014/start of 2015.
  • Try your hand at house sitting to get yourself ready for moving out.

Living a green life

  • Make five changes to your lifestyle to live a more environmentally-friendly life.
  • Make five changes to your life to make it more ethically and globally conscious and to support social justice.
  • Take five steps to live a more natural/organic/earth-conscious life – particularly in relation to food, skincare and beauty.

I’ve got a feeling that I’m going to need all of the determination and discipline I can muster, but either way,  I’ll be sure to let you know how I go.

Alex x

* I have to keep some things to myself, cherubs. And anyway, I’m pretty sure there’s something about not sharing everything in “The Ultimate Guide to Feminine Mystique”.
(Are you going to Google that?)