What Happened To Your Dream?

What happened to your dream, your passion, your zest for life? Did you lose it? Did it go into hibernation? Or is it somewhere inside you getting smaller and smaller because you have chosen to go through life like a zombie? Are just stuck doing the mundane everyday stuff?

When I was a young girl, I was such a dreamer. I had an overactive imagination. In fact, it was a non-stop marathon of fresh new ideas every five seconds. I grew up in Nigeria and I seemed to be born ahead of my time and was typically in the center of the action. I was naturally a gifted artist and would find myself sketching different story ideas while friends would gather around me to watch my art come alive. I was also quite good at narrating a movie I watched or a book I read. I was great at dancing, acting, debating and writing. I was like a magnet that helped others come alive as I entertained. I enjoyed the joy I saw on people’s faces. I was friendly to everyone. I truly had no enemies.

I grew up not really having a great example of romance in my home but somehow, I believed in the fairytale. I wrote lists and had a vision board before I even knew what those terms meant. 9 times out of 10 any dream or desire I ever had came to pass. I wanted to live in America, I found myself at the age 18 in America. I wanted to live in Los Angeles, California. I drove for 4 days from the Washington, D.C. metropolitan area and moved to Los Angeles, California. I wanted to be in the entertainment industry, I was well on my way.

I wanted to fall in love and be swept off my feet and I fell, hard. I was enraptured by love. I 100% lost myself in love. My focus changed not because that was what he wanted, but it was an overwhelming power and I was drawn to the whole experience. It was a good love. A whimsical, musical fairytale romance with all the bells and whistles you can imagine. Tragically, I lost my love a decade later. In that span of time, I become a wife and mother. I love my role in the lives of my boys. I want to be the best mother these two boys can ever imagine. I have no doubt that I will supersede this desire.

Between love, motherhood, widowhood and survival, Queenkay got lost. I prayed to God to help me find my purpose in life so that I could feel alive. I read every book you can imagine to activate whatever it was inside of me that was dying to come alive. Finally, it dawned on me. God uses whatever you have gone through to craft your life purpose. It is a combination of so many things but it is already in you. You cannot find it in someone else or outside of you. It’s not in the sky or on a billboard. It’s in you. It is part of you. It has always been in you. There’s a popular saying, “God doesn’t call the qualified, he qualifies the called”

Now I am fully alive. It’s like cooking a good pot of stew. You have all the right ingredients and spices and you add them at the right time so that it builds up to a masterpiece. If it is cooked just right, you get a really tasty stew. Some people are waiting for the right temperature, the right cash flow, the right people to get started on their journey. Nope! I say, start and build as you go. The life lessons will help build your character and you will begin to attract the right people to help you get to where you are meant to be.

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