So remember when I told you I had those pins about my Dream Wedding?
I took a bold step and deleted it just now.
I did keep my dream home, because come on now, it’s a house.
But my wedding? Gone.
I don’t know what came over me. Well, actually, I do know what came over me. I realized that I have forgotten what my real dream is.
You know, when I was younger, and naive, I had such big dreams and aspirations. When I would tell people about it, they’d just look at me with that head-tilt and a look of, “Oh, you poor girl. What’s wrong with you?”. Singing was everything to me. I wanted to sing and lead worship — and not just in a church every Sunday. I wanted to travel and lead worship in different places for different people. When I got the chance to do it in Mexico, not knowing much Spanish (and only 4 Spanish songs), it was the most incredible experience. I wanted that all the time.
But as I got older, especially closer to 30, and the opportunities to sing publicly have diminished greatly, and people my age that I’ve grown up (and younger) started to get married and have children, I started to get worried. Like I was missing something. I got so distracted by that, that I forgot my own dreams. I realized today that when I keep harping about “wanting more”, I wasn’t talking about those dreams of singing and leading worship. It was dreams of getting married, having a family, and living a Norman Rockwell-esque life. Because clearly, singing wasn’t happening so I had to focus on the next thing.
But the truth is, that’s not my real dream or passion. Of course that’s what I would love to happen eventually. There’s no such thing as not having BOTH of those things. But the question I have to ask myself is which do I want MORE? What is that I want most of all? What is it that burns in my bones?
And it’s been singing. Music. Leading worship. Writing songs. Things that I used to loved to do, that I’ve forgotten how to do. I get mad that people have forgotten me, because they don’t ask me to sing anymore. But the thing is, I should be mad at myself. Because I have forgotten how to sing and lead worship. I’ve settled for singing in the shower because I convinced myself that’s all I would ever do.
So I need to recalibrate. Refocus. If singing and leading worship is my first priority, then I need to figure out how to get back on that. How do I take my talent and put it to good use — outside of my shower.
And don’t get me wrong. I’ll still dream and hope for love, marriage, family, and that dream home. But, now I have to just remind myself that all that will come if it’s in God’s plan for me. Until then, I need to focus on what I really want.