Most dreams are also part reality (otherwise we wouldn’t believe them), and reality happens to be a condition that gives you plenty of chances through your life to rise to—no, soar through—the occasion.
I have ups and downs, as do most people. But these past few days I’ve taken strides to move forward and keep with the ‘up’.
Working in my yard gives me extreme pleasure; getting dirty and digging and planting and lifting and making something new out of something old.
Going back to the gym provides an outlet for frustrations and problems; I sweat those out.
Meeting with a very valuable and trusted friend, my Priest, keeps me centered and questioning my Faith. We talk about why? what is happening? why is this happening? and so on. It give me hope that my soul and heart are opening in a way that I’m feeling small moments of grace enter my body.
I stay in touch with very good friends, even if just a phone call, to let them know I’m thinking of them.
When I have experienced that moment of grace and I feel like I’ve been forgiven and can move on, I am a lot more forgiving of other people. I try to pass that graciousness on to others.
Nothing stops the dreams I have for myself now…although I may stubble or become complacent and comfortable, I push myself up and on.