I'm torn. I find myself at this point stuck between the life of my dreams and the reality of my life.
For the last year I have found myself moving steadly closer to the dream. You know, that thing that when you are asked, "What's one thing you want to do in life?" you already have an answer. The thing I dreamed about went from being some obscure fantasy to a possible reality to a plan.
And just when I set the plan in motion, a 13 car pile up! By the time I sort through the wreckage, count up the bodies, reconstruct the accident scene and tow all the cars, I'll be too old or too tired to be hopeful anymore. I was so close.
I feel like I'm standing on the highway with my dreams heading south and I have no way to catch them. I feel a little like Moses. I saw the promised land, but maybe my foolishness or impatince or disobedience is going to keep me from living in it.
So if you see me sitting on the side of the road, crying, just know my dream has gotten away from me again and I can't figure out how to catch up. Who knows? You may be sitting right with me on the highway. Maybe we can talk about our dreams. Maybe we can will them back together.