Dreams

The dream state is a funny place. It’s strange how a place that holds some of the most bizarre and non-sensicle scenarios can also produce images that feel so real and life-like that they might as well be. This morning I woke up from a dream that felt incredibly real, probably because it was. This mornings dream was simply a moving image of a reality that is currently in existence - a reality that I truly want no part of. Why is it that when we sleep, we dream about realities that we would prefer to not live in? Why is it that when we sleep, we dream of people that we try not to think about while we’re awake?

Maybe dreams are our way of dealing with stagnant energy or situations that need transmutation. Maybe dreams are simply projections - whether they be of things that we desire or things that we fear. Maybe dreams mean nothing at all. Regardless of the actual answer to these questions, the dream that I awoke from this morning set the tone for my day, forcing me to ponder it’s purpose…

For those of you who have followed this blog since the beginning you may have noticed that a few changes have been made. The websites signature quote of “I have no idea where I’m going, what I’m doing, or how I’m getting there. So I thought I’d start here." is no longer a part of this process. Though I sometimes still feel as though I have no idea what it is that I’m doing, I know that I am exactly where I am supposed to be. There is no longer this urgent sense of trying to discover my purpose or figure out why I’m here. So instead, the new signature quote of this website is: Life is just a story that you wrote for yourself.

This notion is one that I believe whole-heartidly. Whenever I find myself feeling lost or out of alignment, this is the first bit of remembrance that brings peace to my unraveled mind. Being able to trust not only in myself, but in the life that I have laid out for myself, has played a huge factor in my ability to truly enjoy and be present in each and every day. Though the end of this mornings slumber didn’t wake me with the brightest of feelings, it did serve a purposeful reminder.

I have reached a point in my life where every day truly feels like a brand new beginning. There are endless possibilities to both my story and yours. Whether you believe this or not is up to you. However, since I really do believe this, I am no longer able to ignore my needs for the sake of comfort. I am no longer able to see life through a veil that I myself have drawn in order to avoid living in true authenticity. I am no longer able to live in any sort of reality that is not completely in alignment with who and where I am, even when I would sometimes prefer to.

Life really is just a story that you wrote for yourself.

Try trusting the author.