I had a dream last night that left me very unsettled. It was one of those dreams that I couldn’t remember. I only remembered the feeling of being lost and sad. And then it hit me, it was about I was me but wasn’t, I was someone else. All day, I have been thinking about this dream. What if I woke up in someone else’s body, someone else’s life? I doesn’t matter whose, what matters is that I don’t want to be anyone but me. I know this sounds crazy but I have been filled with a sense of gratitude all day for the things in my life. As if I had a peek into what it would feel like to have it all taken away.
Like everyone else, I have stress in my life but most if not all of it is surmountable and even more importantly, most of it is self-created. I am grateful for the dream. I am grateful for my life. I am incredibly grateful for the opportunities I have been given. Call it fate, call it luck, call it whatever you want. I call it grace, sunshine, beauty and love all rolled into one. I hope this feeling lasts. I plan on keeping that dream tucked in my brain right behind the spot that stresses out over stupid things.
