It’s storming outside.

Well, not so much storming as really, really, trying to storm.

I don’t know. Maybe Mother Nature heard the forecast and didn’t want to let the weather-people down.

The prediction was for a half-foot of snow.

There is currently an almost, but not quite, forceful spit of almost-freezing-rain.

Which, you have to admit, is something.

But don’t we all do this?

Dream grandiose dreams and make even grander plans and then deliver, well, not so much?

We could, of course, get depressed by this. But I think that maybe, just maybe, it’s okay to dream grandiose dreams. And maybe it’s okay to make the grand plans.

And maybe?

Maybe it’s okay to not deliver.

Let’s face it – dreams are pretty great in 2-D. But not so much in 3-D.

Raising chickens, for example, sounds so great. Fresh eggs. Happy hens. Idyllic farm-type stuff, no?

But that is 2-D.

3-D is that there are predators. Foxes, primarily. At least in my area. Who don’t care, in the least, about your idyllic-farm-dreams. To this day, I resent this. Even while understanding that foxes have to do what they have to do to bring home food.

So now? I don’t raise chickens.

And that’s okay.

Because dreams change, just like the weather.

And that?

Is simply what leads to another dream.

~xo,
LuAnne

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“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” (~C.S. Lewis)