This too shall pass
Last night, friends came over and we ate risotto with the last of the truffles from Istra, that’s because Tatjana is bringing home more. It was nice to gather at the table with friends, but I did overindulge in just about everything – shades of not having had a proper lunch and feeling starved by the time we sat to eat. It all led to a restless night, where I kept getting up thinking it was time to get up, and it was only 2, 3 then 4.
Both Tin and I woke with horrible allergies and are still wheezing and sneezing, but apparently everyone has allergies, even people in Zagreb, so it must be global pollen.
And so maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the allergies, or the allergy meds that made me screw up on something I was working on this morning. It caused me to question everything as I’m wont to do lately. I ran into friends who I had met in 2004, who left New Orleans after Katrina, who then returned and who now told me they are leaving again. They said the Universe kept pointing them in the direction they were supposed to go – “I’m waiting for the Universe to show me,” I told them.
Another person was telling me about two major choices that are causing a fork in the road for her – one is the pursuit of her dream, the other is a safe bet. I said follow your dream. She said, “Thanks, you’re the only one telling me that and it’s good to hear.”
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats