Last Night I Had A Dream

In my dream, I was back in college and it was when the student body elected representatives were being announced.  The election was based on our prospective careers and we would hold this position as if we were in the “real world.”  Multiple pages of prospective representatives were nominated but only about 15 of our classmates were selected.
 
Despite the nervousness we all felt, the elections seemed to go well; and then we hit a roadblock.  It seemed that the elections were poorly organized or prepared for by the election officials. As we all huddled in our classrooms, we realized it would be hours before the final results were tallied.  A friend suggested getting coffee and we talked over our hot mochas for what seemed liked hours before we realized we might miss the election announcements. As we arrived back at the election and spoke with the officials, we realized that my friend, who I had been enjoying coffee with, had missed her announcement. Had I missed mine as well? I began asking those officials around me if my name had been called when another student abruptly responded, "no, they haven't called you. Your name is at the bottom of the announcements with the other meaningless positions.”
 
I was shocked, not only by her abruptness, but her complete lack of respect for my chosen path, my passion, my career.  I didn’t know what to say to her.  Walking to the classroom I thought about her comment; shaken by her belief that my profession was meaningless and unworthy of acknowledgement.
 
As I walked into the classroom the teacher was speaking. I politely asked if I could interject with some thoughts on the elections. 
 
I stood in front of the room, half terrified and half ready to cry and said, “It may be hard for me to get through this but I’m going to do my best because what I have to say is important.”  
 
I told them of the nameless classmate and her cruel words.  
 
“As I was walking back, I was trying to figure out my emotions.  Trying to decipher the horrible disrespect that came from this woman.  This of course is a good representation of the ‘real world.’  People are often not accepting of other people’s life choices because there is some self imposed societal standard to which we value our career paths.  This notion that others choices and hard work are not worthy of our praise is false. Whatever your passion in life is, whether it be a doctor, an engineer, a cook, an artist, or a stay at home parent, we all can impact the world.  We all can help people. Follow your passions and it will lead you to a happy life, a rewarding life and maybe along the way you’ll change someone else’s’.”
 
That was it. The end of my dream.  It was a funny dream.  I felt awkward at first deciphering the multiple levels but deep down I know that this is reality.  Circumstances like this happen all the time in the “real world.”  
 
In my heart I’ve always known this to be true, following your passions is key to happiness. The “real worlds” acceptance of your life choices is a difficult pill to swallow and a career change is difficult on an emotional level. I’m confident that my new path with Privé Stylist is meant to be, for many reasons but for one, mostly - I love helping others and this business is a way I can utilize my talents for the better.  I can help others to become more confident, joyous, and content with their lives through my services. And to me, that is very meaningful.
 
 
 
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