I’m a dreamer. This fact was made clear to me at an early age through my tendency to obsessively set goals and see just how fast I could achieve them. I’ve lived most of my life with one foot in the future, allowing my brain space to be consumed by who I would be someday instead of who I was right then.

Though I hate to admit it, the thrill of imagining how I would feel about myself and my life if my dreams were realized was often more satisfying than living in the “not yet” of the present. As a result, it became easy for my dreams to feel more like burdens – ideas and goals that weighed on my mind and heart until they were complete. This was only made more challenging by the fact that I usually had more dreams than any one season of life could hold.

wooden floor. chirping bird. slight tickle. BIG smile. strings played. dusty books. love rightly. grey beach. stripes sideways. long corridors. risk. grass. curtains pulled. leaf pile. running in heels. candlesticks. water wading. dark sky. smoke whirl. rain hard. fascinated goosebumps. crisp books. fire ignite. tart taste. i am lost in a story. i think