Work Hard to Make Your Dream Come True
Keep your dreams alive. Understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision, hard work, determination, and dedication. Remember all things are possible for those who believe.
With hard work and persistence, dreams are achievable. Not all dreams, of course. They need to be a little realistic.
We all know the kid in high school that dreamed they were going to be a football or <insert sport here> star. Maybe they weren’t talented enough, but for whatever reason, they didn’t make it.
Usually, those kids end up okay. They find another dream and pursue it.
Take me. I am 55 years old with a resume full of administrative positions. If tomorrow I decided to pursue a dream of becoming an astronaut, we can agree it is unrealistic.
No, the dreams must have some possibility of success, even if they are unlikely. Tom Cruise had a dream of becoming an action star. It happened for him, although it hasn’t for many others.
He had raw materials and worked hard. There was probably a little luck involved but when the opportunity came, he was ready.
He saw a goal, he repeatedly came up short but kept working at it until he was successful.
My husband reached a goal this morning.
The actual thing he did isn’t something that would ever be important to me, but he worked toward it for years.
That is an impressive part for me. He saw a goal, he repeatedly came up short but kept working at it until he was successful.
I have never understood the appeal of running. My husband runs three days a week, rain or shine. Living in the Phoenix, Arizona area, sometimes the shine is over 100 degrees. Still, he runs.
He never stopped running.
Every year he competes in 10K runs. The annual run he assigns the most personal importance to was held this morning. Later in the day, the temperature reached 84F, but it was in the mid-70s as the run began.
At some point in the past, a decade or so ago, my husband’s dream began.
He wanted his run time in the race to beat his age. He had never done it.
Four years ago, he began taking medication that made running difficult. After about a mile, he became nauseous. There were medication adjustments until he worked through the worst of it. He never stopped running.
His time suffered. He wasn’t just missing his goal. He was missing it by a lot. The fact that every year he was one year older, and the goal was one-minute closer, made this maddening.
Today he woke up early, kissed me goodbye and headed out to the race. He was feeling good. Since he was feeling strong, he decided to begin the race at a quicker pace than usual.
Hope began to build
As the participants began to find their places before the start of the race, my husband saw a friend from work. His friend is in his 30s and a great runner.
The friend was pushing a jogging stroller. His kid was going to be in the race, too.
Shortly, the race began.
Starting at a quicker pace, my husband continued to feel good. He thought about his time as he ran. He was faster than usual. Faster than he’d been on his practice runs lately. Faster by quite a bit.
Hope began to build. When the last mile came, he decided to go for it. He increased the pace, wondering if this would be the year. Could this be it?
He finished in 61 minutes. He beat his current age by 1 minute. (If this race were in 2 months, he would have beaten his age by 2 minutes.)
After he returned home, he showered. This is an important ritual after a race if you live with other people.
Then we went to the Cheesecake Factory for brunch. He celebrated with an egg’s benedict. He earned it.
He still feels he is only an average runner for someone with his experience and fitness level.
What was different this year?
He had been trying to beat his age for at least a decade. Was he on a different medication? How could he not only reach his goal but exceed it by a full minute?
The answer was nothing. Nothing was different. He still struggles with his medication. He still struggles to keep his pace up. He still feels he is only an average runner for someone with his experience and fitness level.
His success is due to nothing being different.
He kept at it. No matter what the obstacle, he kept at it. Rain or shine, cold or hot, he kept running. Two miles twice during the workweek, six miles on the weekend.
It didn’t matter that he never seemed to achieve his goal. Last year he was many minutes short of it. He told me after last year, he was sure it wasn’t going to happen. He was too slow now.
Each year that his goal seemed unachievable, he still plugged away.
This year he had good weather, no pulled muscles, and everything was going well. He kept open his hope, he had done the physical work in preparation, as he always did, and it happened.
We can all internalize his method.
My husband had a dream. His goal began to seem completely out of reach, but he kept at it. Each year that his goal seemed unachievable, he still plugged away.
There are a lot of writers who have writing dreams.
To work toward their goal, they work hard to craft words into small works of art. Or larger works of art.
They read a lot and try to internalize good writing to make their own better. They write daily, hoping it will mean their writing will improve. It does. They hope one day they will achieve whatever sign of success they have earmarked as their goal.
How can success come if no one is reading their stories?
Is it publication? Or supplementing their income enough to pay for some extras? Whatever it is, they plug away, day by day, hoping to achieve their dream.
Sometimes it is easy to get discouraged.
They haven’t gotten the recognition as early as expected or they have hit a brick wall in getting eyes on their work. How can success come if no one is reading their stories?
The only answer I’ve ever heard that seems to have a hope of success is not to give up. Keep writing. Keep sharing your writing where and when you can.
Over time your writing will improve, but only if you keep writing.
Work on the bits of the process you have control over and try to let the rest go.
It took my husband a lifetime of running, not ten years. Ten years was just the moment he came up with a specific time goal. Before that, he had other goals. That’s the thing: achievement leads to future goals. Every time.
How long have you been working toward your personal goal? Has it been your whole life? Or is this a brand new endeavor? You need to put the time in to get to where you want to be.
Let’s be honest here. You may not get there. But if you don’t work towards it, consistently, doggedly, you know you won’t.
My husband’s friend with the jogging stroller had a much better runtime. He is a naturally gifted runner who works to improve. He is faster. It is a fact. Whatever his running goal is, no doubt it was set higher than the last one he reached.
I am not sure what my husband’s next running goal will be.
I am a little afraid it will be to beat his age by two minutes.
If he makes it, maybe we can do better than an egg’s benedict. Maybe he can celebrate with a piece of actual cheesecake.
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