Dreams are amazing things. They can motivate you and give you something to reach for. They inspire and direct. They give you hope and permission to fly.
The problem is when life gets in the way of your dreams. Whether due to sickness or financial situation, something you did or something that was done to you, it all boils down to the life you picture versus the life you have or can achieve.
For instance - my dream is to become published. It's a dream I've had for a while. I've set goals, created time tables, established deadlines, and attempted to set up accountability for myself to push forward.
However, for the past year, I've been hit with one physical ailment after another. It feels like I've barely gotten a chance to catch my breath before the next one hits.
My deadlines have come and gone as I've struggled to simply survive each day. It's a fight that seems to have no end in sight.
Instead of giving up and hanging my head in defeat, I have chosen to refine my dream. Rather than trying to write 2-3 chapters a day, I'm thrilled when I can sit down at 9:00 am and put my hands to my keyboard for 10-15 minutes. I may not get much done, but at least I'm inching forward. And someday, when my health has improved, simply being in that habit will propel me forward. Ten minutes will stretch out into an hour or even two. Chapters and revisions will pour out in droves. I'll be chasing down my dreams, not with a tiny little butterfly net, but with a digitally enhanced dream-sucking machine.
I don't see this slower pace as "making do" due to my circumstances. Rather, it's refining my dream to fit my reality. As my reality changes, my dream will, too.
All I have to do is believe.