When I was young I had dreams, I’m sure you did too.
The things I was going to do and places I wanted to go in my life.
What becomes of these childhood dreams?
Where do those dreams go and why ?
We seem to lose track of them. Meandering off course, buffeted by the currents of life.
We let life push us around. Twisting us into a different person to the one we thought we were and would be.
Though sometimes if you can truly take a step back and survey things objectively you may just find that person looking back at you.
It simply doesn’t feel the way you imagined when you were little looking in from a third party stand point.
Is it possible to get back on course?