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A crazy thing happens when you write about chasing your dreams: you end up remembering what they are. A few weeks ago I wrote about walking in the middle of the road to create space to dream. On the day I wrote that post, I had a thought pop in my head while walking the dog: What would it look like to be a freelance graphic designer working with churches and people to impact the world? By the time the dog and I got back to my house, I’d pushed the thought to the back of my head as a dream that could one day happen. Over the course of the weeks after that intial thought, the idea kept coming back over and over. For the last 20 months or so, I’ve had an uneasiness within me saying there was something more out there for me. I never could put…