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hmmm... you mean not everyone in the world is like me?

Sometimes I think I am still in the three year old mentality of believing that everyone is just like me. Everyone thinks like me, reacts like me, feels like me, and needs the same type of encouragement that I do. For example, I tried to take a friend of mine through an exercise that my mom took me through a few years back. It is supposed to help the person discover their perfect job. Part of the exercise is writing down a few BIG dreams. When I did this a few years ago, my list looked like: be a missionary in Israel, help with AIDS patients in Africa, be a great mom to 7 or 8 kids, and be an English teacher in a high school (I guess I have kinda fulfilled the last one!). But when my friend did the exercise, I didn't feel like they were dreaming BIG enough. Anyways, I pushed and pushed and eventually made my friend upset. And then it hit me, this exercise will not encourage everyone. For me it helped me realize what my dreams were. It encouraged me to go for those dreams. But for others, this exercise might not work the same way. My mom instilled in me a passion to live out my crazy dreams, but some people don't want that. Some people are not made to have crazy dreams. They have nice normal safe dreams. And I am begining to realize that it is good for them to have those types of dreams and it is good for me to have my type of dreams. This may seem basic to those of you who are reading this, but for some reason (like I said earlier) I tend to stick to the three year old mentality. Slowly, but hopefully surely, I am maturing.

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Anonymous said…
dear mooki

the insight you expressed in this blog is important. not everyone is just like us. but there are great commonalities among all of us.

the problem you encountered is not with the exercise (identifying the big dreams) -- it's with how you interpreted the exercise. the dream that is true for your friend might seem uninteresting to you (i.e., not big enough), while it's perfect for your friend!

i'm very proud of you!

love

mom

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