I sit on the faded couch facing the French doors that lead to the backyard. With my feet tucked under my legs and a steaming hot cup of vanilla tea in my hand, I watch the birds at play. I daydream just a little bit. I fantasize that this is the year of dreams coming true. I think back to summer days in Connecticut and dream about the next trip.
They say that envisioning your dreams in action is the first step toward making them come true. And yet, guilt begins to creep in.
There is work to do, laundry to run, and phone calls to return. There are emails that need replies (“URGENT!” Aren’t they all?), groceries to purchase, and clients to help. There are things that need doing.
But I remain seated, sipping my tea and enjoying my dreams just a little bit longer…because ten minutes changes everything,
I’ve always been the listener – the one to call when life is hard. The one who knows just what to say.
I’ve always been the doer. The one who volunteers. The one who helps and donates and fights for change.
I’ve always been the one who stops the help the fallen, who holds the door open just a little bit wider, who forgives without hesitation and who looks for the good.
It’s who I am.
It’s both a blessing and a curse….