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50 things I want to do before I die
I watch a TV show called Dance Academy. It is meant for teenagers but I really enjoy it. It is simple, it has dancing and singing in it and on occasion it makes me think more about the life I am living. The last episode that I saw concerned one of the boys in the main group being hit by a car and ultimately dying. I cried….like a baby….anyway that isn’t the point of this post! After he passed away his friends found a list of fifty things that he had wanted to accomplish before he died, and while he didn’t complete all of them he had made a pretty good crack at a lot of them.
This got me thinking. What do I want to achieve before I die? We get a limited time on this earth so I want to make sure I do everything that I want to. I decided I should write a list of my own. It includes some massively big and outrageous ideas alongside some very plain and boring ones. This list doesn’t include everything. I’m sure as I tick one item off the list another thing will take its place. They are also in no particular order, other than the order of which I thought of them and wrote them down.
- Sing on the Burswood stage in a professional show
- Go watch an Olympic Games live in person
- Learn to speak another language with some proficiency
- Record an album
- Perform in the West End
- Perform on Broadway
- Meet Bernadette Peters and Lea Salonga
- Be the voice of a Disney character
- Raise a happy family
- Live in another country
- Decorate my entire house with Christmas lights
- Have a white Christmas
- Go to every Disney theme park in the world
- Sing the national anthem at an AFL Grand Final
- Travel the world
- Play the role of Eponine or Fantine in Les Miserables
- Go to Rottnest
- Travel on a ship
- Perform in a professional opera
- Perform in a professional musical
- Go to an opening night VIP party
- Write a book
- Visit Broadway
- Visit the West End
- Attend the Tony awards
- Build my own home
- Stay in the penthouse of a five star hotel
- Go camping under the stars with Ben
- Swim with dolphins
- Take a roadtrip with no plans
- Have a dog named Wilbur
- Walk through town in a costume for no reason at all
- Sew my own gown
- Stand on top of the Sydney Harbour Bridge
- Spend a Summer backpacking
- Volunteer in another country
- Visit Africa and see the African animals
- Write a song
- Get a standing ovation
- Visit Rome and see the Pope
- Have a hobby farm which we can live off
- See an Opera in the Sydney Opera House
- See an Opera in the Paris Opera House
- Sing in public for no reason at all
- Change someones life for the better
- Believe in myself and my own talents
- Leave a scholarship in my name
- Make a best friend who I can grow old with
- Sing on the stage of His Majesty’s Theatre
- Attend a concert in Carneige Hall
In ten years time I will look back again just as I did in the post preceding this, but what will I see? The scary thing is that what I will see will be entirely dependant on me. It will depend on the choices I make, the determination I show, the commitment I have and the dedication I prove. At the moment I can dream and I dream that I will fulfill my goals of:
- being a professional singer
- learn to speak a foreign language with proficiency
- have a family
- travel the world
- be happy
Whether these things come about though is dependant on my choices, determination, commitment and dedication. If I keep these dreams at the forefront of my mind and apply myself without excuse then there is no reason why I should look back in ten years and be disappointed with the life that I have chosen to live.
This post was originally posted on March 7th but went missing. I found it! So this is a re-post…enjoy!
“I will run every morning before breakfast”
“I will study French every day”
“I will lose five kilos by March”
I set goals for myself all the time. Sometimes they are wild crazy goals. Sometimes they are quite simple. They do have one thing in common though and that is that I set them and then fail to see them through to their complete extent. Take this for example:
When I was younger I used to do race walking. It’s that weird sport which looks like a mix between running and wiggling your bum a lot. When I was fourteen I set the goal of winning a state medal that year. I didn’t care what medal I just wanted to win one. That year I trained harder than I ever had before. My times improved dramatically over the season. I even tracked the rankings throughout the year and saw that I had the second fastest time and the most consistent time out of my age group. I was going to go to the state championships and win my medal!
So what happened?
I went to the zone qualifier and nearly got disqualified after being given two cautions for contact and a warning for knees. I never got cautions. I was one of the cleanest walkers in the competition. This really shook me up and I finished with a time that was nearly double my personal best.
I then went to the states so worried that I would be disqualified that I performed terribly. On my final lap all I remember is crying because I knew I had stuffed it so badly. In the end I finished fourth.
So what is the point of this story? The point is I have a habit when it comes to goal setting, a habit stretching back to childhood. The example above is just one of many that I can think of off the top of my head. My habit is that when I want something so badly that I set a goal to achieve it I then go about self sabotaging myself so that it is near impossible for me to achieve it.
I want to stop this. One step is to break the goal up into smaller more achievable steps. Another is to do some preparation before setting the goal so I know what I am getting myself in for and are prepared for the hard work to come. The most important thing though is to break the habit.
Just when the end seemed in sight, when I was so sure that the finish line victory was mine, I turned the cornor and saw the hurdles. Nothing was as sure as it was two months, two days, or even two minutes ago. I thought the future was clear that it was just time and perseverence that was needed and I would cross the line in first. I would get my place at singing school.
Now it seems that there is more to do.
This is the hardest part.
For the past two months it has almost been certain that I would be attending university next year as a vocal student. I am doing well in my classes, I study hard, I practsise my singing to my insanely high standards and the best part, my teachers thought I had the talent to go through.
Yesterday however that all changed. On one hand I feel like this has come out of the blue but listening over the things I was told it all seems to make some kind of sense. Like something just out of the cornor of my eye, I thought I could see something but it wasn’t a big enough issue to worry about. Now it is smack bam in front of my eyes and it is not going away.
Basically I have been told that the head of the vocal department is not convinced I have what it takes. My development, as shown at my audition, has been minimal at best. I have a negative attitude towards new challenges, I pass the blame of things on to others and don’t take responsibility for myself. Those last two things kind of make me angry because I think I blame myself more than anybody else.
I guess I am really confused. This all seems to have come out of the blue. How could something so certain now be hanging in the balance of a ten minute performance exam in three weeks? Why am I being thrown such a huge challenge this close to the end? Where did the “don’t worry about it! You’re doing great!” attitude of my teachers go?
I feel confused and upset. I also feel really tired because I am not giving up. Not when I have come this far. It is going to hurt and it is not going to be easy. But I do not want to get that rejection letter knowing I could have done more. I want to know I did everything in my power to get in, and when I do I am going to be so damn amazing the entire world is going to stand back and watch!
I came across this poem while travelling the intertubes today and, after a bunch of searching about the place, I have realised that a) it’s not the original version and b) the women who wrote it, Sonny Carroll, has, in the last 10 years or so, had various domain names which she has allowed to lapse and remains reasonably googlically mysterious – aside from writing some very nice poetry that seems to have been treated like the recipe for beer (I love what you have done here, but I think my version is better).
In the spirit of partially continuing this tradition, I will post this without permission while seeking the same. Ms. Carroll, if you are still out there, can I please put this up here? I assume you wrote it originally and, for what it’s worth, it’s a beautiful description of something many of us might come to experience.
The Awakening – (by Sonny Carroll)
A time comes in your life when you finally get it…when, in the midst of all your fears and insanity, you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out…ENOUGH! Enough fighting and crying and blaming and struggling to hold on.
Then, like a child quieting down after a tantrum, you blink back your tears and begin to look at the world through new eyes.
This is your awakening.
You realize it’s time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change, or for happiness, safety and security to magically appear over the next horizon. You realize that in the real world there aren’t always fairy tale endings, and that any guarantee of “happily ever after” must begin with you… and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.
You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are… and that’s OK. They are entitled to their own views and opinions.
You learn the importance of loving and championing yourself… and in the process a sense of new found confidence is born of self-approval. You stop complaining and blaming other people for the things they did to you – or didn’t do for you – and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected.
You learn that people don’t always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for you and that everything isn’t always about you.
So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of yourself… and in the process a sense of safety and security is born of self-reliance.
You stop judging and pointing fingers and you begin to accept people as they are and to overlook their shortcomings and human frailties… and in the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness.
You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. You begin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you really stand for.
You learn the difference between wanting and needing and you begin to discard the doctrines and values you’ve outgrown, or should never have bought into to begin with.
You learn that there is power and glory in creating and contributing and you stop maneuvering through life merely as a “consumer” looking for your next fix.
You learn that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a bygone era, but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which you must build a life.
You learn that you don’t know everything, it’s not your job to save the world and that you can’t teach a pig to sing. You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that martyrs get burned at the stake.
Then you learn about love. You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be. You learn that alone does not mean lonely.
You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO.
You also stop working so hard at putting your feelings aside, smoothing things over and ignoring your needs.
You learn that your body really is your temple. You begin to care for it and treat it with respect. You begin to eat a balanced diet, drink more water, and take more time to exercise.
You learn that being tired fuels doubt, fear, and uncertainty and so you take more time to rest. And, just as food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul. So you take more time to laugh and to play.
You learn that, for the most part, you get in life what you believe you deserve, and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different than working toward making it happen.
More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success you need direction, discipline and perseverance. You also learn that no one can do it all alone, and that it’s OK to risk asking for help.
You learn the only thing you must truly fear is fear itself. You learn to step right into and through your fears because you know that whatever happens you can handle it and to give in to fear is to give away the right to live life on your own terms.
You learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom.
You learn that life isn’t always fair, you don’t always get what you think you deserve and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people… and you learn not to always take it personally.
You learn that nobody’s punishing you and everything isn’t always somebody’s fault. It’s just life happening. You learn to admit when you are wrong and to build bridges instead of walls.
You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you.
You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about: a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.
Then, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never, ever settle for less than your heart’s desire.
You make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility.
You hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind.
Finally, with courage in your heart, you take a stand, you take a deep breath, and you begin to design the life you want to live as best you can.
I found it here, but it’s also here, there and everywhere.

