Dreams

So it has been an incredibly long time since I have blogged... almost two years. So much has happened in two yeas that it is hard to know where to start, what to include, and what is unnecessary. I sit in my new apartment close to downtown Winston Salem. I would have never dreamed that I would be here on this day, but life has a way of surprising me. My wonderful dad says that life is learning to handle plan b... more and more I think he is right.

I moved two weeks ago and I can say that I finally have my apartment feeling like my home. Part of this process was hanging pictures on my wall. I see it as making it my own. When I graduated from seminary my dad and Peggy gave me a dream sign (with money tied to it). Since then they have proceeded to buy my things that say dream. I always like looking around my space seeing a reminder to not just go through life, but also to go after my dreams.

When I was moving from Greensboro over a year ago, my favorite dream sign broke in two. I tried to put it back together with glue, but it did not work. I kept both pieces... I don't know why. I felt the need to keep this one dream.

Needless to say the last few months many of my dreams broke. I called off a wedding and with that came the breaking of so many dreams. I know it was the best decision for me, but nonetheless, the dreams broke in two.

As I was decorating, I decided to try to put my dream back together. I used tools and forgot the glue... and before I knew it, my dream was back on my wall. I look at it everyday and it is such a visible reminder of my dreams. My new apartment is the first step in me going after my dreams once again... dreams that I do not even know about at this moment, but dreams that are deep within my soul waiting to come to the surface.

The last three months I have found parts of myself that I had lost somewhere along the way. As a great friend of mine told me it is like saying "self, welcome home."