A little over a year ago, I traveled to California to watch one of my best friends marry the man of her dreams. I didn’t think I would be able to go, but my boss gifted me a plane ticket.
While I was out there, I fell in love. I met some awesome people. The weather was perfect. Something just felt right.
Fast forward a year. I was quitting my job…without a really solid plan. I had a dream. Like when I was sleeping. That doesn’t really happen often, especially in a stressful, hopeless season.
I had a dream that I was driving. I was stopped at a stop light. I knew I was in CA…you know how you know in your knower? I saw desert and palm trees. Kind of like this picture I snapped last year.
I gave up on that dream…even though it was obviously a God-given dream.
Why? Well…I’m a conservative and California is the complete opposite of nearly everything I believe in. California is expensive. I’m just starting a business. Are my excuses boring you yet? Frankly, they’re pissing me off.
Fast forward to now. My guy is out in California. He is so happy, so excited, so alive. His happiness brought my dream to my remembrance. It’s restored my hope and dreams.