Something I've noticed since this healthy eating no-sugar diet is how incredibly vivid and memorable my dreams have been. The only other time I had such vivid dreams was when I was pregnant. Not only are they wildly colourful, they are incredibly thought-provoking. Whether they have actual meaning is to be determined.
Recently, I've been having some of the most wildest dreams. Occasionally, they're about companies wanting to recruit me for work. Anything from consultant work, to finance, to my previous job in customer relationship management. "It's an offer you can't refuse!" the HR person tells me as she encourages me to meet the boss for an interview. In my dream-mind, I'm thinking "oh yah, watch me. Unless it's a fulling stocked art studio in the countryside where I can paint all day- then it's a big NO thanks!" Interesting, how even in my dreams I yearn to create and the idea of being retrained to an office setting frightens me. Working in an office cubicle with no windows day after day...no THAT's what nighmares are made of!
In one dream recently I was contacted by an HR person and told they would send for transportation for me to meet the executives to discuss an exciting opportunity. I rolled my eyes. Shortly thereafter, my ride showed up; a fancy bus with an even fancier bathroom. The entire journey there in my chauffered vechicle I was thinking about how I was wasting their time - and my time. The idea of looking at sterile, naked office walls, and the air of disappointment. Why was I even going? How did she convince me? Oh, wait - this is a dream. I'm in control.
But why do dreams live in our minds at night. Why can't we live and fulfill all of our deepest wishes and goals now? Today. Everyday. Why do we have to "wait" until we retire to live? To plant that dream garden? To do what we love? How many times have you heard of people who work their whole lives just to retire and either get sick or pass away? Forty some-odd years to work for someone else and then not be able to enjoy your life? I'll pass on that. No thanks. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
It's fascinating to me that even in my dreams, my heart and mind are art-focussed. The idea of a "big" salary and "benefits" (whatever that means) doesn't appeal to me if it doesn't involve a canvas and creative time. There is something extraordinary about knowing that the more I put into my work, in this case my art, the more I get out of it. A regular paycheque is nice, sure, but there is always the feeling like you're making someone else "the gravy" while you're doing all of the work. And don't get me started about colleagues who do the bare minimum. But who can blame them when what they do lacks meaning and purpose?
Do you do what you love? If not, why? I don't ask that to suggest you leave where you are. Rather, I encourage you to sit and contemplate what your life would look like if it made you light up from within.
May you find the joy you so deserve.
-Julie
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