Last night I dreamed that I was somewhere, perhaps a high school. I was standing in the gymnasium and a burly football jock-looking guy came over and started kicking my foot. It didn't cause me to move or fall, but it hurt. I immediately went and told the school principal, and the bully got in trouble.
The school that I was in seemed to have television screens all up and through the hallway. As I walked by one of the screens, I glanced up at it and it read "______ is going to kill you!" with ______ being the bully's name as I cannot remember his name or if he even had one. My first instinct? Run.
I ran down a stairway that wasn't often used, knowing that it would be unlikely that he'd be there. All of a sudden...I was in the gymnasium again and was face to face with the bully. He approached me aggressively. I knew I couldn't just stand there. So, I kicked him in the stomach a la Bruce Lee.
The bully went flying to the ground and was defenseless against my Bruce Lee kick. I had won. I stood up to the bully when he bullied me in the first place, and I didn't let him get away with it when he tried to intimidate me.
Life has all sorts of challenges. While they may seem big...face them. Head on. That's what I did in my dream, and that's what I do in MY life.