My dreams for my life - they’re big. I know that they are. I know that to some they seem too big, too hard, too widespread. But for me, they are everything. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I am thankful for the friends who believe in my ability to achieve all of my big dreams. I’m grateful that my parents, who probably think I’m mildly crazy, still support my fight for my dreams. I’m thankful to have closed the door on those who chose to doubt and belittle my dreams. But there’s on small minded person who still loves to tell me my dreams are way too big - my anxiety.
My anxiety tells me I’m crazy to think I can make such a big impact. It tells me that I’ve already failed, so I might as well quit. My anxiety is my inner mean girl, who loves to fill me with doubt. But I’m learning to master that mean girl. I’m learning to ignore the voice in my head that tells me to quit. I’m choosing to quiet the doubt and focus on what I have achieved so far. I choose to listen to the positivity spoken to me by my loved ones, while tell my anxiety that she can, quite frankly, fuck off. My dreams will always be big, and my anxiety will never be strong enough to stop me from achieving them.