Dreams

Questions.
Spinning.  Bouncing.  Dancing.  And all kinds of other acts of movement within my mind.
Dreams intertwined with what seems like a world of impossibilities.

I don't know where this is all headed.

And I sometimes long to just know.
To look ahead and know the path ahead.  To somehow see if and how these dreams might just be able to become reality.
Ah, but where's the joy in that?

After all, doesn't that whole not-knowing thing make for a better story?

It's hard.  It hurts.  And yet, it's really beautiful.


Here's to nights filled with questions of where are we headed, facing the very real possibility of falling flat on my face - like an epic face-plant complete with bruises and a potential black-eye, and yet seeing the beauty in the risk and the realization that playing it safe is settling for a very boring story. And that's just not how I roll.  Or at least not most of the time.

But even in this moment, I remember He loves me.  And He's a good story-teller.  Actually, the best.

And now...back to editing...