I had the weirdest dream the other day. I dreamed that I sold my house and most of my possessions and moved to Guatemala with five children. Who could even imagine such a thing?
In my dream we had a crazy, amazing experience for three months and then came home to our regular, ordinary life.
Except that nothing was regular and ordinary and everything was new and even crazier and more amazing than Guatemala.
In my dream I wasn’t sick anymore and I woke up every morning with lots of energy and so many ideas I was excited about that I couldn’t wait to get working on them.
I found the perfect place to live and I got lots of sleep and every day was sunny and warm so we could get outside for exercise and fresh air and it was still life with its ups and downs but not like the old life where there seemed to be more downs than anything else and the ups were only slightly less painful.
It was beautiful and it all seemed so real but then it didn’t. Was it just a dream?
And then I forgot to wonder because life is forever taking me for a ride that seems unforgettable at the time but it won’t stand still and the memories fade too fast but who cares because there is always the next miraculous minute and the next and all I can do is take a deep breath and get on with it.