FOLLOW YOUR DREAM AND CHANGE THE WORLD
And when you do, be prepared to answer - "Where do I go from here?"
“This is what we’ve been dreaming about for six years”, I said turning to Gary. We did it, October 2022. We were finally in “Casa Milagro,” enjoying our first cup of coffee on the expansive second floor balcony outside our bedroom, still in our PJs. For years, we talked about – dreamed about - this simple morning ritual out on this deck. “Casa Milagro”, is the name we gave this dream before purchasing even a single tool. Little did we know how prophetic naming our home, “The Miracle House” would be as we navigated a journey fraught with skullduggery, drudgery and danger. Imagining this small moment kept us going through the arduous and many times terrifying years of planning and building our home ourselves. Just as the Tom Hanks character in Cast Away dreams of his girl back home to keep from losing all hope on that desert island, so too did I dream of this balcony moment to hang onto my hope through this long, uncertain quest. This morning, I woke up thinking about my snake dream. Sure, I could go all Freudian and figure it had something to do with the toe-curling sex I had last night. Or reason it was the result of a rather “toxin” passive aggressive text I received from a friend yesterday. The fact that there were several snakes could also represent the recent multiple health issues I’ve unexpectedly come up against (the staff with a snake entwined is a century old symbol of medicine). But I think it’s more symbolic of transformation as I shed my "Building my own house" dream – and move onto something else. I've changed and transformed. I followed my dream and fulfilled it. An odyssey of six years. Now, where do I go from here? (Continue) |
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WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING, YOU HAVE TO BE VERY BRAVE
Linus was right - Happiness is a warm blanket
Tucker just graduated from high school. I’m more than a little verklempt. I wasn’t prepared for the roller coaster of emotions I’d experience watching him go through these last four years, in particular this one. “Home schooled” his Junior year (thanks Covid!) he was lucky to finish this Senior year out at Carnegie Vanguard. Although I spent a great deal of my Senior year cutting classes, I can appreciate the ceremonies surrounding this rite of passage. No surprise, I’ve been reflecting on my own high school years, prom, graduation and the wise and unwise, good and bad, unguarded choices I made right after and through the years, all culminating into the person you now see (or hear as the case may be) before you. When a freshman in high school, my family unexpectedly moved from Wantagh to Houston. It was a life altering event for me. Gone was the comfort of lifelong friends, the only home I’d ever known, summer days spent at Jones Beach, riding bikes in the woods, capturing lightning bugs, playing kickball in the street and feeling secure in the tumultuous family life we sometimes had, living in our “idyllic Long Island village”. It wasn't perfect, but it was home. (Continue) |
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