I had the most incredible dream last night, flying all around. I was holding onto a pillow, I guess for security. It’s a personal dream so the only thing I can give away is that I felt immense love, joy, and freedom.
I wanted to stay in bed.
When I finally got up, the dream awakened me (once again) to know that I can do anything my heart desires, that nothing matters and that it all matters so long as I am filled with love. I need to remind myself of this when I have no self-love—when the whip in my head beats me with, Who do you think you are to write? You’ll never amount to anything. Nobody cares what you have to say.
Mom, did you have these kinds of thoughts? Were you doing exactly what you wanted to do or only what you thought you were capable of doing?
I need to fly right back into the dream and remember, always.