Last night the phrase ‘believe in your dream’ hit me over the head.
I’ve got a small goose egg to prove it.
I’m staying with family who transformed a gorgeous little room for my stay. They put some decorations up specifically for me. Above my bed hangs an ornate mandala reading ‘dream,’ and below it, a shiny piece of metal word art proclaiming ‘believe.’
As I was writing in my journal last night (by candlelight, attempting to breathe deeply and be mindful) the world suddenly came crashing down around me.
OK, not the world, but certainly the words. ‘Dream’ came down first, of course, taking ‘believe’ theatrically down with it. As I sat surrounded by my dreams and my beliefs I was stunned for a moment, but soon broke into amused laughter. Was the universe trying to tell me something?
Last night I got a wake up call.
It just happened to be right before bed.