EQ with Lou

As a little girl I used to dream of being a famous singer-

I mean, it was something I really wanted to do.

Then it changed and I dreamed about being a gymnast. It seemed like I would spend the whole time at recess doing handstands, cartwheels, or flips.

Something happened though in the first grade, I became aware that those dreams were “far-fetched”. See, someone told me & a VERY unfortunate thing happened: I believed them.

One of the last dreams I spoke aloud as a child was that of a journalist–where I would spend my time investigating injustices done to others. I saw myself bringing to light the wrongs that others were experiences and somehow making a difference. I figured that if I was bringing to light these dark deep secrets–that somehow–someway–it could STOP & CHANGE could begin.

I didn’t understand—

I STILL don’t understand why we live in a world which seems to discourage young people from dreaming. No, we need not push them out of the nest with reckless abandon, but WHO decides when and how a child should stop dreaming? Frankly, how loud is TOO loud for one to dream? That’s absurd! Dream LOUDLY! Live LOUDLY! STOP dimming your shine because others cannot handle the light you have within you.