Alright… so I don't usually talk about personal stuff.

Okay, yeah - I use this blog to share personal bits about this whole journey called life. But that’s just between me and you, right? And sure, if someone asks me something and I trust them, I might share a little. 

But here’s the thing: I’ve always kept my biggest, wildest dreams to myself. You know the kind - so big, so strange, that saying them out loud almost feels... embarrassing? Like you’re opening yourself up to someone’s raised eyebrow or polite laugh.

Years ago, when I was volunteering at the Citizens Advice Bureau - long before I became a financial adviser - I told someone that I wanted to help people understand money in a meaningful way. I didn’t know exactly how or what it would look like - I just knew I felt it. He shrugged and said, “We already do that here. That’s what this is.”

And... I never brought it up again.

Then, another time - I was talking to someone close to me (because honestly, I’d never say this to just anyone) - I told them my dream: one day, I’d love to go back to Costa Rica and build an orphanage.

I know, I know. It sounds ridiculous. You’re probably smiling right now - and that’s okay. The person I shared that with told me I should focus on my own family. And I get why they said that. I mean, it's probably what most people would say to me.

But that dream? It’s never left me. It’s lived quietly inside me for years. And I don’t know how or why, but I’ve always believed it’ll happen. One day. Somehow. I really do.

I’ve got other wild dreams too - but for now, they’re staying safely tucked away in this little head of mine. Maybe one day I’ll share them here… maybe. They’re all just as out-there as each other - the kind that would probably make my parents shake their heads and wonder why I couldn’t just want something a bit more normal. You know, the kind of success society says we should want.

And that’s not a knock on my parents - I’m lucky to have the ones I do. 

Look, most people I know would probably roll their eyes and laugh. But that’s okay.

That’s why I keep them between me and… well, me.

As crazy as it might sound, I believe in them. I kind of always have.

Because honestly - if you don’t believe in your own dreams, what’s the point of having them?

You’ve got to hold on to hope. You have to.

Here’s what I think: It’s perfectly okay to keep your dreams to yourself - and to believe in them quietly.

Because when they do happen, you don’t need to say “I told you so.” You don’t need validation. It was your dream, and the only person it ever really needed to matter to… was you.

You’re not doing it for anyone else, right? Not really.

Your dreams don’t have to be logical. They don’t have to be shared or explained or justified.

They just have to be yours.

And hey, if you’ve got a wild, wonderful, slightly ridiculous dream - one that you’ve never dared to say out loud - you can tell me. Seriously. I promise it’s no crazier than mine.

And I’ve got your back.

I know you can make it happen, no matter what anyone else says. 🩷

So maybe it’s okay to keep some dreams quiet.

Let them stay sacred.

Let them belong only to you.

And when they come true?

Don’t shout.

Just smile to yourself and think:

Yeah… I always knew. 🩷 🩷