You Have To Give Up To Go Up

Imagine your wildest dream.

The thing that if you could achieve it, everything would change. Your wild thirst for a specific accomplishment or perhaps, if you’re like me in ninth grade, it’s just a girl and four simple words you’re looking to extract.

“Yeah, it’s a date. You’re cool even though you’re not the starting quarterback or wide receiver or even on the football team.”

Ok, maybe 21 words.

While this may not be a completely relatable experience, imagine your desperation as you quietly plead with God to just give you a chance, a sign that you’re making progress toward achieving your euphoric scenario, in which you emerge victorious.

Think of, in that moment, what you’re willing to sacrifice in order for your wish to come true.


If you’re being honest about what you want most, then that is what you and everyone else is willing to pay for it.

Anything, I’d give anything.

It’s more than an impulse that screams for attention. It’s a longing that pulls your chest within itself. Then the pit that forms inside you after a while, folds over into a thick slab that pulsates all the way through your fingers.

Acknowledging that I’m less than original in my next statement, I must still confess my conviction and that is… Your dream will be put to the test. And the challenges it faces along the way will not change it, like many people claim. It will emerge. Like a Christmas list you wrote when you were eight years old, you can only articulate your heart so much at one age.

It has to develop as it goes through maturity stages. And thank God. Can you speculate what it might feel like one day to realize that you were the snob, has-been, know-it-all that had zero self-awareness? – As I write this I’m actually fantasizing know-it-alls I’ve encountered in my life, reading this for the first time.

But the point of your dream isn’t to be original. You’ll hear loads of individuals claim their destiny came to them in a vision quest or a spirit walk. As if they improvise their originality on the spot in front of each crowd they’re able to draw.

Keeping your dream alive, if only in the back of your mind, will allow it to mature and by default, become original on it’s own. It is a great human struggle, to fight with finding our own security in being a one of a kind, living within a crowd all of our lives. We go back and forth over the years, clinging to whichever allegiance will bring us the least amount of discomfort.

You will pray continually, in your darkest moments, when the fog sets in and your dream has begun to appear to diminish, “I’ll do anything, be anything.”

My hope is that your plea, your intense, deep feeling of commitment will push you all the way to the very end. Because pain is one of nature’s best reminders.

During a junior high abstinence class, I heard a young boy ask awkwardly, “Why does it hurt so much to get kicked in the crotch?” The young adult city worker paused and responded, “If it didn’t cause pain after getting kicked there, then boys would do it as a joke all the time and then no one would ever reproduce and the population would dwindle extinct.”

Our dream is kinda like that. That’s why your dream hurts. If it didn’t, we’d let it go and forget about it the second something shiny and different popped up on a hot pocket commercial. My brother hates that I love hot pockets. And so does my doctor, come to think of it.

Behold the dreamer. The one who dares to claim the ageless question, “What if?” He asks it annoyingly, everywhere he or she goes. It becomes uncomfortable for some of his friends, who keep impolitely attempting to change the subject.

They’re never near as clever as they think.

What makes holding onto a dream so exciting is watching how far it snowballs and develops and starts to form itself and take up space in your life. Eventually, it will bring you so much joy that you’ll hardly be able to remember the agony that was once attached to it, only to dissipate as you finished the race and became the person you were designed to be.

When it comes time to pay for your verbal contract, “I’ll do anything!” Just bear in mind that you will always have to give up in order to go up. But as Les Brown says, “IT’S WORTH IT!”


Great Expectations

I have a short list of pet peeves. At the top of this list that I’ve seldomly edited over the years is the phrase “Don’t get your hopes up.” I can’t think of advice that’s more unintentionally damaging.

The wounds that it inflicts are so severe usually because people whose opinion we care deeply about often say it. In their attempt to give age-old wisdom, they serve up a blanket statement that should be reserved for children who are asking for every toy in the store while their parents grocery shop. Only there, is it appropriate.

The adage becomes deadly at rapid speed because we all have at some point or another, given ourselves permission to deeply desire something that didn’t pan out.

Jon Acuff says it best.

“When we realize that expectaions can cause damage, our natural response is to think, Stupid expectations. I’ll fix this by never having any!

Good luck. No matter how hard we try, we carry ripples of hopes along with us that in a swift breeze can flourish into a tsunami. Jim Rohn says, “Send your emotions to school.” This, I believe, is the answer to people who say not to raise your hopes too high.

The goal isn’t to lower your expectations but to become skilled at refusing to accept defeat. My dad once told me that people’s number one complaint they had when working with him was that he wouldn’t accept ‘no’ as an answer.

I want to become that person. Someone who everybody recognizes as a force to deal with whenever I’m confronted with “It’s not possible.”

So just remember, it’s good to get your hopes up. Without raising your hopes into great expectations, (see what I did there?) you’ll never be able to accomplish the seemingly impossible. What’s worse is you won’t even try, and before you know it, you’ll wind up “with those cold and timid souls that knew neither victory nor defeat.

So when things go wrong, and they will, just remember.


Your life is composed of many seasons. Some seasons you won’t have a warehouse large enough for the harvest you reap. Other times, you’ll dance for joy when you find a single crop undamaged by the winds and the rain.

But success is not hitting a homerun every time. Success is not in the arriving; it is in the reaching. So get your hopes up. It’s high time you did.

Voices That Matter

I listen to little voices in my head. There. I said it.

In my mind it goes like this:

The music fades. I lower the mic. All four judges have turned around after pressing their glowing red buttons. The crowd erupts in emotional applause.

That is my fantasy appearance on the TV show “The Voice.” I know. Impressing millions with my angelic, Bieber-ish vocals is basically what I already do, but there is a voice in my head that quietly tells me, “Maybe I could win on a TV show.” And that little voice is what took me from fantasizing about being on “The Voice” to actually being on “The Voice.” (Spoiler: I’ve never been a contestant on “The Voice.” Bear with me, guys – it’s just a metaphor.)

That would be the dream, wouldn’t it? Four talents turning their chairs. Each one saying, without words, “Choose me! I can take you all the way!”

That’s the way the show works. The coaches can’t see you while you audition. They can only view their student once they’ve listened and decided if they hear something they can mold and sculpt to go on to the next level. If more than one coach turns their chair around, you, the contestant, gets to choose who you want to be coached by.

After watching American Sniper, it occurred to me that most of our lives is exactly that. A set of chairs turning, us being able to select the coach based on our bias. Except instead of Blake Shelton’s rugged charm sitting in those red seats, we have multiple voices to choose from that would each have powerful effects in our lives.

There is a scene where Chris Kyle (Bradley Cooper) meets with a psychologist after suffering from posttraumatic stress disorder fairly soon upon ending his military career.

The psychologist asks him if he struggles with what he saw or did during four tours overseas.

“Oh, no sir. That’s not me,” Kyle says. “I was just protecting our guys. I’m willing to meet my maker and answer for every shot I took.”

That little voice in his head is telling him that, “It was no big deal, I did my job.” He was credited for over a hundred and 60 kills as a Navy Seal Sniper. You know, being the most deadly marksman in American Military history isn’t something that would impress anybody. It’s downright average.

While admiring his unreal discipline in refraining from using any bragging rights, my first thought was, “Of course that’s what the voice in his head was telling him.” Because Kyle could’ve chosen to listen to the voice that told him to accept all bragging rights, and he also could’ve chosen to listen the voice that told him to shoot with reckless abandon.

But Kyle chose to listen to the voice that disciplined him, that humbled him, that chalked up his accomplishments to simply doing the job he signed up for.

Is it a testament to Kyle’s strength that he chose to listen to the more admirable voice? Of course. Could you or I, mere peons in comparison to Kyle, choose to listen to our most admirable voices, resist the bad ones, and experience a visible transformation in the quality of our lives and attitudes? I truly believe so.

We all have voices in our heads. It’s how we make decisions. Voices, or temptations, or instincts like little cities in your brain. They could say anything from, “I can sing as good as Adam Levine,” to “it’s nothing. I’m a sniper. I did my job.”

The problem here, is many of us are only able to create or adopt a voice and then, like a cheesy Sci-Fi film, it grows a mind of its own. Just like the American Sniper, we want our voices to be surgeons, not butchers

Now we know what the skeptics are scoffing about while drinking their chai tea, perched on a rooftop balcony in their summer home, overlooking our peasant village. “You can’t just talk to voices in your head and dream your way through life. It’s not realistic.” And trust me, #1, we dreamers learn our limits as we get older and more experienced, (well most of us do) and #2, choosing which voices to listen to is a skill.

But c’mon, look at all the legendary figures who have strode the earth before us! The heroes they make movies about, the stories that get retold over and over until they get turned into a terrible Nicholas Cage film and then they’re still retold. You can’t expect to live an exceptional life while adhering to all of the voices of reason and caution. (Or almost any of them, in Steve Jobs’ case.)

Obviously I’m not advocating abandoning all of your responsibilities and disappearing on adventure. (Although if you did, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous.)

I’m just saying that if being extraordinary requires submitting to the occasional delusion, sign my friends and me up. I’d rather live in our wonderful fantasyland than someone else’s average reality.

I heard Kathryn Schulz speak about “The Art of Being Wrong” and what she said astounded me. She told a crowd, “The miracle of your mind is not that it is capable of perceiving perfect reality of the way everything is, but that it is able to see this world for what it’s not.”\

This world is not forgiving, loving, freeing or empowering, and yet millions of people choose to see it so every day. Why? Because they chose to listen to a different voice than other people do. As you read this, think about what rushes to your brain when the pressure’s on. What voice climbs the highest and yells the loudest? Now ask, is that voice giving you the advice you truly want to live by? If not, change it. Push it into a corner and bury it in a box. Your little voices aren’t cemented in stone. They can be changed.

Above all, accept that the chairs are turning and it’s your turn to choose.