Screw It, Go Big Anyway

OR! Be Careful What You Wish For

My mother used to tell me:
"Be careful what you wish for—it might just come true."

She said it so often, I started to believe that dreaming was dangerous. Like if I dared to want something big, I’d be punished for it.

Of course, she didn’t mean harm. She loved me in her own way. But she simply couldn’t fathom life beyond what she and my dad had built.

Then, years after she passed, I found something.

I was sitting on the floor of the guest bedroom, sifting through old things, when I saw it—a dusty, unopened Bob Ross beginner painting kit.

But here’s what everyone missed:

She had bought it for herself… and never used it.

Why? Because the men in our family had snuffed out her dream before she could even try.

Somehow, in the culture of our family, dreams had to be tied to financial success. Full stop.

It’s funny, isn’t it? We hear story after story of people who make it to the top—raking in millions—but feeling deeply unfulfilled. And yet, at the everyday, main-street level of life, people still snuff out the dreams of their loved ones because they don’t seem “practical” or “profitable”—at least, not right away.

But here’s what people miss:

🌟 The reason we answer the call of a dream isn’t about money—it’s about being in harmony with our soul.
🌟 And when we are, it always leads to success—just not in the ways others expect.

My mother couldn’t bear the catty, useless, stupid comments the men in our family tossed her way. They made her feel silly for wanting to paint.

So, she let the dream die.

And that Bob Ross kit sat in a box, untouched, while life carried on.

How often are our dreams buried before they even have a chance?
How often does someone else’s fear—not ours—become the reason we shrink back and play small?

Here’s what I know:
💡 Dreams don’t die natural deaths. They’re suffocated.
💡 They don’t fade away—they get buried alive under other people’s expectations.
💡 But they don’t disappear. They wait.

And maybe, just maybe, your dream is still waiting for you.

Now, What About You?

Is there a “Bob Ross Kit” sitting in the corner of your life? Something you once wanted—something you still want—but never gave yourself permission to pursue?

I created my ReClaiming Dreams Workbook for people exactly like you—people who feel their dream calling but don’t know where to start.

And guess what? You don’t need a grand plan. You don’t need your family’s approval. You don’t need permission.

You just need a couple of clicks—and the willingness to start.

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Because the only thing scarier than dreaming? Never even trying.

PS Even though I had been painting a good twenty years when I found my Mom’s Bob Ross Painting Kit, I decided to bust it open.

Here’s the painting I created in honor of my mom. A bayou in SW Louisiana. She loved the bayou.