Dreaming is the Best Part

I've seem to have run head first into a situation I've been avoiding for the past few weeks.

I have too much ambition for my own good. As I've mentioned before in the post "A Dilemma We All Face Unless We Marry Rich", I often find choosing a career difficult because of a wicked habit of mine. I'll read a good book and suddenly feel the urge to write my own. I'll go to the doctor's office and walk away feeling like I can cure and treat diseases. God forbid I find a new web comic, because that always ends with me looking longingly at my own sketchbook. I adopt and toss away new dreams frequently, which is incredibly frustrating, and leaves me feeling empty and childish.

I've come to realize that the more I get enthusiastic about something that I want to do, the more I share it with others, which ultimately means that after a while, they aren't going to take me very seriously. It's embarrassing.

I think I sabotage myself.

It's easy to plan on doing something extravagant, but when you think about the work you have to put in to make it work and the possibility of failure... well, it's much easier to find an excuse as to why you can't do it anymore or why it was an impossible dream to begin with because then you don't have to try, and you won't present yourself with the opportunity to fail.

It's easy to give up and move onto the next thing because "dreaming" is the fun part anyway. Making a dream a reality is hard and can be quite scary.

So that's what I'm dealing with right now- another insecurity that stands in the way of me reaching my full potential. Last year I had many writing projects that I was dedicated to but turned out to be flops. I took it pretty hard, and now I find myself too exhausted to try again. Two books scrapped and an abandoned musical. Am I dreaming too big here?

Question: Have you ever tried and failed at something? How did you deal with it? Do you feel successful now?