It’s not often I share my dreams with others. They’re personal, validating, inspiring and sometimes down right cruel in their messaging. Cruel, but needed nonetheless. But no matter how they show up or what message I’m meant to receive, it’s always…without fail, exactly what I need to hear.
It’s rare I have the kind of dream that exposes the messaging in a way a kindergartner would understand it. No, that’s not my guides, higher self, universe, or whoever is at the helm shouting out commands likes to give it to me. I’m blessed with the task of reading between the lines, meditating for meaning, pondering for purpose… basically I’ve got to figure it out… whatever “it” is.
I say blessed because it forces me to stop and pause. Clearly someone or something is making their presence known and it’s an important enough message that “they” took the time to interrupt me in my blissful slumber hoping to sneak in some intervention and wisdom when the competition for brain space is at it’s weakest.
Last night was no exception.
The dream: I was in an elevator with one other female. We were both without clothes and it was okay (it wasn’t shameful or bad). We were just having a light conversation when the doors opened to one of the floors and a well-dressed gentleman that seemed to be in his 30s walked in. As the doors closed and the elevator began to rise, the gentleman looked at me and said, “you will make it to the executive level.” He then turned his attention to my elevator companion and said, “you will make it to the top.”
Stunned by this strangers message, I asked a simple question and got a simple yet profound answer.
My question…”We’re both talented, showing up authentic (I gathered this was the reason for the nakedness), driven, passionate, purposeful, etc., why do you believe she will make it to the top and I will only reach the executive level?”
His answer stunned and delighted me at the same time. “Because she is going for gold and you are not.”
I never dreamed of going for gold. Until this prolific dream, I knew I was doing the work, showing up, learning, growing, giving back, etc. But until that moment with all my “effort” it hadn’t even occurred to me that I had been playing as a participant with the possibility of winning bronze or silver and most certainly was not showing up as a gold medalist.
The question I’ll leave you with is this… are you showing up as a spectator, participant or are you going for gold?
P.S. The rest of my story will be shared in my upcoming book. I hope you’ll join me in continuing the journey and the conversation when it’s released.
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Love and light Wendy