I woke up Saturday morning and crawled to the bathtub to soothe my weary bones. I've been achy and sore for a minute and my bathroom retreat is better medicine that any of the prescribed pain-killers currently in my medicine cabinet. My husband came into the bathroom a short time later with a pained look on his face saying, "Leaner, Leaner, Leaner."
"What's wrong, Baby?"
"I had a horrible dream."
"I'm sorry. What was it about?"
"Well, its silly but I had a dream that you were Raptured and I was left all alone so I decided to go home to Massachusetts. To my parents. But when I got there my parents became angry with me because all I did was mourn the loss of you. It was a very sad dream".
He wiped tears from his eyes, sniffed a little and said...... "Honey, what's for breakfast."
Case in point: sometimes we are confronted with our greatest fears via movies, songs or perhaps dreams. Obtaining the perfect balance between what is and what might be is a delicate task. Be careful you don't forget to appreciate everyone that helps you become whatever you want to be.....
Rambling thoughts and musings of a cat-loving ghost hunter
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