I am a dreamer.  I dream vividly and in color every night. Sometimes my dreams have meaning and other times my dreams are frightening.  Some days I even dream with my eyes open.  Nevertheless, I am a firm believer that dreams are powerful. 

Dreams are so powerful that they occasionally cause people to forget the reason why they started dreaming in the first place.  As children we dream about the future and then as adults, we dream up an entirely new future.  Never (well almost never) do we take a moment to enjoy the present.  A moment to enjoy the beauty that we had once dreamt about and now live in.

For me, my dream was to become a successful professional.  I did not care what it took to get there, but I knew I had to be there.  After I had visualized a future for myself and of course internalized a few short-comings, I ran towards my end goal 2,000 miles per hour. Life was great!

I zoomed through college as fast as I could, then zoomed through interviews, then my first internship, then my first job, then my new role, then another role, then another role, and so on. It all seemed great until it was not.