Signposts

My dreams can be annoying sometimes. They seem to show up at the most inconvenient times- as I'm about to drift off into sleep, while I'm driving in the car. Sometimes, they just won't leave me alone. They stubbornly claw their way into my head and set up shop. I fall in love with them, those stubborn, elaborate, kooky dreams. So I work to make them reality.

Inevitably, some giant metaphorical boulder seems to land smack dab in the middle of the road the dream and I are trying to travel on. I get a little sidetracked trying to pick through the mess. Sometimes money is tight, sometimes time is short, sometimes I'm just tired and my spirit is drained.

This is when I need a signpost. A friendly email, a meeting with a new colleague- these are the things that confirm my path is right. These are the things that refresh my soul and inject my vision with a much needed dose of hope. I don't seek them out; they seem to find me at times I need them the most. Sometimes, I follow the posts for days, weeks, months and then they disappear. This is frustrating. I followed my heart and my vision and it disappeared. The funny thing is, the posts aren't really gone. They just made a left turn somewhere back down the road and I missed it.

Dreaming can be hard sometimes. There's times I find it challenging to keep going, to keep pushing, past the point when things are hard, never knowing what the future holds, if anything. When the vision gets cloudy or difficult, I try to patiently wait for my heart to find another post and another small confirmation that this path is right. There will always be another, even if it's one I walked past or leading down a path I hadn't thought about.