I Want to Be a Disappointment

I'm going to say something bold:
I want to be a disappointment.

I want to be a disappointment to the plans others had for me. I want to be a disappointing world changer. I want to be a disappointment to the voices of my past telling me I can't, I shouldn't, or I won't.

Because I will.

I will dare to dream what I have never been allowed to dream. I will dare to pursue that dream. I will dare to be different than the plans others have allowed for me and the plans I have allowed myself.

I will dare to be mediocre. I will dare to never be heard. I will dare to be the fine print instead of the headline. I will dare to change my own world first before I change anyone else's. I will dare to impact a handful of people instead of the masses.

I will dare to fail. I will dare to fly and land in the dust. I will dare to dust off my butt and try again. I will dare to try something new and hate it. I will dare to disappoint myself.

I will dare to love Jesus with abandon. I will dare to stop trying to live right to earn His love. I will dare to accept that He loves me for me, not for what I can do. I will dare to enjoy the life my God gave me. I will dare to think that perhaps He has not called me to be a "world changer."

I will dare to change myself. I will dare to be vulnerable. I will dare to defy expectations of greatness. I will dare to be humble. I will dare to not care what others think of me.

I will dare to be happy.

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