Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Wednesday, August 19, 2015
How do I know it's real?
I know it is in my blood, my bones and my breath because I can't sleep and when I finally do drift off, the moment I wake, it is my first thought. I am afflicted with it; infected by it.
It is a fine thing to be a dreamer; to have wistful thoughts of what might happen someday. We have to have dreams, otherwise what's the point of anything we do. We need to believe that there are possibilities for us that speak to our hearts.
As I said, dreams are fine and for 2 years I have dreamed of qualifying for the Boston Marathon.