Well, I have arrived safely in NJ. I am taking the next two days off as well, so I am here but I’m not, if you know what I mean. I saw more of CA in two days than I have seen of NJ in 32 years. So, tomorrow I am heading to Cape May for the day. Gonna walk through some shops, have some coffee, grab a nice lunch. I’ve got a lot to chew on. The best part about being around people who really know me and challenge me is that I walk away remembering how to dream that knowing that life is more than living day to day. The worst part about being around people who really know me and challenge me is that I walk away remembering how to dream and knowing that life if more than living day to day.
I am a dreamer. God has placed some huge, ginormous dreams in my heart. “Reality” has pushed those dreams pretty deep down. And…between you and me, I believe that is the root of my discomfort, my lack of focus. I feel like a woman who is waddling around, nine month pregrant, having contractions, but those around me keep telling me that I just need to suck it up and everything will be alright. Does that make sense?
I have so many thoughts going through my mind, but I don’t really want to put them down here until I have some kind of order to those thoughts.
Keep reading. I’m praying that tomorrow God will speak to me while I sit at the beach.