The more I dig into the career I want to pursue, the more little details catch my attention making me stop and really think about where I am, where I thought I’d be, and the space in between that feels like both a lesson and a test. Sometimes I wonder… am I dreaming, or am I awake?

Freud once said dreams are the “royal road to the unconscious.” And I get that now. Dreams have a way of showing us the pieces of ourselves we try to hide when we’re awake. They’re not always what we want sometimes they’re what we need to face that fear of falling and hoping someone catches you before you hit the ground.

That mindset of I want more. I want to try harder. But every time you take ten steps forward, life knocks you back five. I’m in that place right now where the job feels less worth it, the days feel longer, and the thought of walking away sounds easier than holding on. But deep down, I know I can’t just leave. There’s purpose here, even if it’s hard to see.

Still, part of me dreams about packing everything up, getting in the car, and driving until I feel something again. No responsibilities. No expectations. Just fresh air and silence. But then reality hits , it’s just a dream. A temporary escape from the weight of everything.

we take on so much that sometimes our dreams start to blur with who we wish we could be. Sometimes they’re warnings. Sometimes they’re reminders. And sometimes, they’re just whispers from a tired soul saying, keep going.

There’s this saying: “He didn’t put you here to leave you.” And I’ve been holding onto that lately, because some days, it’s the only thing that makes sense. The season I’m in feels heavy, uncertain, and uncomfortable… but maybe that’s what it’s supposed to be. Maybe it’s not punishment maybe it’s growth in disguise.

So I’m learning to breathe again. To give myself permission to step back without giving up. To trust that even in the middle of uncertainty, something is being built in me that I’ll need later.

And realize opening that door isn’t about leaving everything behind. It’s about stepping forward, even when it’s scary. It’s about letting yourself feel the air, the silence, the lessons, and knowing that each step forward is a small act of courage.

Maybe this is just the reality of the heart the quiet space between what we dream of and what we live in. That REM sleep of the soul, the in-between where hope finds a place to feel safe. That’s the door Im pushing to open, and continue that journey to the other side

I’d love to hear from you:

Are we chasing what we want, or what we need to become?

what’s one lesson life has taught you recently that you didn’t expect?