Big dreams require big, brave days

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Recently I had the opportunity to watch my friends watch their house being demolished. It wasn’t a natural disaster — it was their conscious, well-planned decision to raze their house.

You see, Amy and Steve love their home. They are lucky to live on a large lot with many trees and wildlife, also known as Amy’s foster pets. But, as much as they love their lot, the house itself was a bit tired.

Way back when, they signed a stack of mortgage papers with dreams of the house that could be. So with a newborn in tow, they made the big move from Baltimore back to Michigan, ready to make this house their home. They knew some day it would morph into their dream home.

Since that westbound trip, Amy worked while Steve made a big showing at law school, they had their daughter, Steve got the big attorney job and made partner in record time. During that chaotic decade, in the back of their minds, they imagined larger closets, a dream mudroom and kitchen drawers with modern hardware.


But making that seismic dream come true doesn’t just take money and time — it takes guts. And guts can be in short supply with little ones running at warp speed and one parent with a laser-focused career.

To complicate things, this dream meant living in a rental house, while their house was torn down to make ample room for the next chapter. But making that room would mean letting go. And letting go of anything we love takes more of those guts. Even with the logic in our heads spitting out one solid reason after another as to why it’s OK to let go, it’s never easy, and most likely will cause a fair amount of indigestion.

So Amy and Steve put on their big-picture eyeglasses and made the huge decision that the short-term pain of saying goodbye to the only home their babies knew would yield the realization of a decadelong dream.

I’d been hearing about “D-Day” for months. After several rescheduled dates, a few men who Amy and Steve had never met showed up with huge equipment on a trailer. To those guys, it was just another job, a point made even clearer when the guy told Amy that she was his second job of the day. Routine to him; surreal to them. Soon we heard lumber cracking when the big yellow claw came down on the corner of their garage. No turning back now, I kept thinking.

I wondered if Amy felt relief that this hard day was on its way. I watched Steve stare at what was happening. A decade of memories seemed to fall before him as each wall came down. During the quick two hours their four walls turned into a huge pile. I kept thinking that big dreams need brave days.

If those two didn’t muster up the guts to put this day into action, their dream had no shot. I know there were countless opportunities for one of them to give in to the hassle, decide the work is too hard and just not worth it.

But the thing is, there will be more hard corners to turn on the road to their dream that will need yet another brave day. But the truth is a brave day is just one day. One day to find your guts, one day to be bold, one more day to get to your dream.

Patricia Cosner Kubic is a member of St. Mark Church, Warren, who has been writing motivational columns since 2003.

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