It’s barely daylight
Today, my mobile phone woke me rudely “It is time to get up: it is 5.30”. Groan. Another commute. Another day.
But I didn’t get up. I’ve stopped doing that.
I don’t want to stagger through life making someone else’s dreams come true. I want to make my own dreams come true!
Ah, dreams . .
Is it possible? For dreams to be not dreams?
Perhaps not in the blink of an eye. And certainly not if I panic when I look at the gap between where I am now and where I want to be.
But I can ask myself this question:
Who would like to support me in my quest? Who would take the greatest of pleasure in helping me along the way?
I smile. And I hope you do too!