PILLOWTALK

I woke in an introspective mood today. The light pouring through my window speaks of a dreary day. My bed, with all of it's lovely goose down comfort, is a far more desirable environment to participate in deep-thinking than a hard chair in a chilly kitchen, my usual morning destination. So a lie-in is in order.

I'm thinking about "dreamation", a friends' recent blog. It takes awhile to sift through all the fluff - the fantasies that crowd my head - and get to the heart of this. I have a moment of fear, that I have no dreams! Not true at all, I'm just not burdened by numerous goals, never have been and fairly certain I never will. I really prefer to see where life takes me. It's always my choice whether to go along the path or take a sharp right. I just can't be steered by pre-determined goals when I am a constantly evolving woman. What fit yesterday, may not fit today. I cringe at the question "Where do you see yourself in 5 years, ten, twenty?" MY response has always been instantaneous - "Happy". That's it - that's my goal. The look of repulsion on these former Junior Achievement stars is worth the social ousting that usually follows.

Ahhh, the dreams. Those are the beauties. Guaranteed to put a smile on my face. I swear I hear angels sing when I've been swimming in one of those pools of love. I won't share those - not out of fear of backlash or ridicule, but simply that no one has earned the right to know this much about me. Someday it may happen (hmmm, could that be one of my dreams?), but as of yet, nope. So on this dull day in March, they are safe. I have a vault where they're kept, where not even a bottle or two of wine can break into. Only I have the code and I'm not sharing.

D.