I read a journal prompt today about mourning the loss of dreams that we’ve let go.

I tried to think of one that I had to release and oddly I couldn’t come up with anything. That isn’t to say that I haven’t tried and failed – not by a long shot.

But I’ve typically looked at “letting go” as more of an evolution.

No, I’ve never stood on an Olympic podium with a sparkly gold medal adorning my rock-solid body. But I can still enjoy ice skating and swimming and running. 

I still get pleasure from being a modified version of an athlete.

My dreams – especially my childhood ones – tend to be all in. 

Huge.

Like ice skating? Must go to the Olympics! 

Like images of Tuscany? Must move there!

You get the picture.

(Right now I have an obsession with visiting Paris. What am I doing about it? I’m researching how to get my Italian citizenship so I can have a passport that will allow me to LIVE anywhere in Europe. Believe it or not, I really just want to have coffee at an outdoor Paris cafe and see Moulin Rouge.)

Big dreams are great and we should never stop having them, striving for them, or achieving them. 

But don’t ever regret altering them. No matter how your dreams evolve, there is joy to be found.