Do Dreams Come True, or Do the Dreams You Make Happen Come True?

 

It’s a question I keep circling back to—do dreams simply come true, or is it the ones we make come true that actually do?

Lately, I’ve noticed how hard it is to even dream when I’m knee-deep in the everyday demands of life. The laundry, the errands, the work shifts, the constant mental checklist—where’s the space in all that to pause, let alone envision something bold and beautiful for the future? And if you do manage to dream, where do you find the energy to breathe life into it?

But maybe that’s the whole point. In a world that keeps us hustling, we need to give ourselves permission to pause. To slow down. To be bored, even. Maybe that boredom isn’t something to escape but something to honor—a sign that there’s room for creativity to grow. Maybe saying “no” to what doesn’t feed our dreams should become the norm, not the exception.

I don’t have all the answers. But here’s what I do know: I’m holding on to what I felt in Paris. Paris wasn’t the dream—but it woke me up to dreaming again. It reminded me that inspiration still lives in me, and that moving forward isn’t just possible—it’s necessary.

So I’ve started making room. I quit one of my part-time jobs so I could reclaim time—time in the kitchen, time with my kids, time to breathe. I sold my first batch of homemade goodies from my little cottage kitchen. I’ve begun uploading my art to Etsy, preparing to share what I make with the world. These steps may be small, but they are sacred.

There’s still so much more I want to do. But I also know that if I fill every single moment chasing these dreams, I risk losing what matters most: presence, peace, and connection. So I’m choosing balance—teetering between the beautiful chaos of building something new and the quiet wonder of the now.

Because maybe the answer isn’t about whether dreams come true or not. Maybe it’s about being awake enough to notice when they start to come true… and brave enough to keep walking forward.