A few nights ago, I had this dream so powerful that when I woke up from it at about 5 AM, I couldn't fall back asleep. And no, it wasn't one of THOSE dreams. But I figure that anything that powerful must be a vision-of-sorts, and so I'm taking it Very Seriously.
I think the the dream was telling me major things about my life being re-paved for a new direction. But following it is harder than it seems. For my entire professional life, I've seen myself as a teacher, an academic, and to rethink that feels...like learning how to write with other hand. I guess starting over is always awkward and hard, and especially on foreign soil with a funny accent.
(My inner gremlin just said, 'Suck it up, sister, stop snivelling, and get on with it.' My inner gremlin-monster is usually right, if a touch snippy.)
Anyway, the moral of all this self-doubt is that I'm trying to embrace whatever rolls my way in the next few weeks, even if it seems mad. Like me applying for a baking job at the nearby farm, or considering not returning to teaching. Walking down the road today with the buggy, I could smell spring in the air, and thought to myself, 'Open up those heart-eyes, see what approaches.'
Writing needs to become daily.
This I know.
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