How is it that they decide to be yours?
Sometimes a dream can be such a vivid picture. Other times, a fleeting blur of an image.
In the moment, I’m all in. As if I’m an active participant. My favorite kind are the ones that give me a warm and fuzzy, safe feeling.
Does my mind know when I need these to help comfort me, ground me?
Going to bed last night, I knew today was going to be the last day of the challenge. I can’t help but wonder if my dreams helped to inform me of my focus.
In a time when so much is out of our control, perhaps we can lean into our dreams.
Dream big, friends and have hope.
After all, isn’t life a dream?