Turns out I’m not a magician

This is awkward, but I must admit to you all, and more importantly to myself, that I am not a magician. I had been going through life with a set of hopes and dreams, with this vision of how my life would be radically different in three years. I have just come to the painful realization that the future will not happen magically. I will not all of a sudden be the more confident, healthier, more successful person I’ve dreamed of. I will not somehow be in my own home just by waving a wand. I won’t have had the chance to finally travel throughout Europe just because I said I wanted to. Apparently, to get the future I want, I have to actually plan and put in work. It’s wild.

If I don’t take this process seriously, if I keep going the way I’ve been going –the path of wishing and hoping –the years will pass and I will be exactly the same, but just a little older. It is one thing to put to paper the future I want, to get so detailed in the vision that I can tell you sounds of the appliances around me. It is a completely different thing to be intentional to bring it into fruition. Now it seems, I need to practice planning and actively executing on those plans. I have to do the scary work of trying and potentially falling short of my aspirations. My future will be built through work, not magic.