How do you have the courage to chase your dreams?

“What would be the first thing you’d ask me if we sat down for coffee together?!”


I asked this question on Insta recently because I was so curious to see what topics people associate with me & I thought this would be a super fun way to get some answers on this burning question I had.


I answered a lot of them – most of which were about what I expected, but one really stuck out & I felt like it needed more than just a 15 second Instagram story dedicated to it.


Ready for the question? It’s a good one. A deep thinker. Sort of the foundation of everything I try to talk about.


“How do you have the courage to chase your dreams?”

Do you ever get asked something and you hadn’t even thought of this as a question someone would have, because to you it is so deeply innate?


If you’ve ever had a 3 year old in your life, you know all about the word WHY and how you start to dig deep into things that you actually hadn’t considered at all…. Like, I don’t know, WHY do we spell things with silent letters?!


Well this question struck me as one of those “hm, I didn’t even realize I was doing that” sort of things.


So how do I have the courage to chase my dreams?


Well let me start of by saying, I haven’t always, so if that’s where you’re at now, I can assure you there is hope.


I used to focus my entire existence on trying to appear “perfect.”


I wanted to be the perfect wife, the perfect daughter, the perfect rider, the perfect sister, the perfect employee, the perfect human woman.


I actually cringe a little when I recall a very specific incident when one of Bobby’s friends asked me what I do… I said, “oh, I’m Bobby’s wife.” He, of course, meant what do I do for work. But my brain wanted to go straight to “What can I say in this moment so this friend thinks I am the perfect wife to Bobby?”


This was just one incident that is deeply burned into my memory of me attempting to do the impossible – be perfect.


If this resonates with you, let me stop you in your tracks and scream, “PERFECTION DOESN’T EXIST”