Big City Dreams

Recently I've realized that I am more of a dreamer than a doer. I fantasize and declare, but fail to take the necessary steps to actualize my aspirations. I've declared to change that this year, and I am barely follwing through. I'm still dreaming.
In the past, I've blamed my inaction on everything but me. I don't have a job because no one will hire me. I'm fat because my mother didn't instill healthfulness in me. I'm lazy because I haven't been given anything to do. I lived with a ''why me?'' mentality, playing victim to chance and circumstance.
I have two lines of thinking related to that now.
The first is that I can no longer play such an inactive role in my life. The only way to reach my goals is to get up and reach for them. While I do love to dream, I'd much rather be living them than dreaming about my life.
The second train of thought is that it takes rain to make crops grow. I haven't been very fruitful thus far in life, the Lord knows it, but I've also only been preparing. I'm really thankful that I have God, and all His promises to me. He's never going to give me more than I can handle. I've felt like he has many a time, but he always comes through in His plans. I have no clue what they are, but I've fully realized that everything happens for a reason. While I am now thankful for them, all the storms of my past are about to make way for sunshine. Another key ingrediant in crop growing.

I'm inches away from harvesting a new job, only a few months away from a new big city life, only a few years away from actualizing all my other dreams. I just pray that the clarity that's been granted me these past few months never leaves me, and that I don't let any of my crops wither.