The Art of Living Your Dreams: A Wake Up Call From The Heart
Have you ever had a moment where life stopped you in your tracks and whispered, “This is it. It’s time”?
For me, that moment came like a thunderbolt — the day my mom passed away suddenly from a heart attack at the age of 73.
She was vibrant. A loving, kind, compassionate soul. My dearest friend, filled with wisdom and dreams of her own.
And just like that… she was gone.
In the days and weeks that followed, grief washed over me like waves. But beneath the sorrow was something deeper, something louder — a calling.
It was the realization that our time on earth is limited. That tomorrow is never promised. That the dreams placed on our hearts aren’t there by accident — they are whispers from the Divine, meant to be followed now, not someday.
In trying to make sense of it all, I found the book, Infinite Possibilities by Mike Dooley.
Or maybe it found me.
Dooley’s words have been like oxygen to my soul. He writes, “Thoughts become things. Choose the good ones.”
He reminds us that we are not passive observers in life — we are powerful creators. Dream-weavers. Possibility-makers.
And what we dare to envision, we are equally capable of achieving — if only we’ll believe.
Reading it was like having a conversation with the version of myself that had always known this truth deep down. The version who had put dreams on the back burner while life kept calling for responsibility, duty, and practicality. But after losing my mom, I couldn’t ignore the urgency any longer.
I began to ask:
- What dream have I buried under the “somedays”?
- What story have I been waiting to write, speak, live?
- What legacy do I want to leave behind?
And so, I started to say yes — to bold ideas, divine nudges, and scary, beautiful leaps.
I stepped fully into my calling as a storyteller, coach, and difference maker.
I started writing books for children that spark compassion and courage.
I began helping other purpose-driven leaders share their stories with impact and authenticity.
I no longer waited for “the right time.” I made the time.
Because this is the art of living your dreams:
It’s knowing that dreams don’t come with expiration dates, but we do.
It’s choosing to act, even when the path isn’t clear.
It’s trusting that the universe rearranges itself around the boldness of a dream pursued.
My mom’s passing broke my heart wide open — but in that open space, light rushed in.
A deeper truth. A deeper purpose. And an unwavering commitment to not just dream, but to live those dreams out loud.
If you’re reading this and you’ve been waiting — for the perfect time, the perfect plan, the perfect courage — let this be your moment.
Your wake-up call. Your invitation.
You don’t have to have it all figured out. You just have to believe that it’s possible.
As Mike Dooley says, “Your dreams are not here to tease you. They are here to show you what’s possible for you.”
So go ahead.
Dream wildly.
Live boldly.
And write your masterpiece — one inspired word at a time.