I Miss Being Mrs. Tonight
I dreamed I flew to Portland, Oregon and asked Steve to marry me again. Again, a full bore manifestation of my waking life asserting itself into my dreams. I had told S earlier that I wished Steve and I would have been able to bridge to the other side but we couldn’t.
There’s a saying for that – for every door that closes, one opens. But being human and being me means sometimes you stare at the closed door for a long time wondering, what if?
The problem in dwelling on the what ifs is that you miss the what nows and are blind to what’s next. If you live for what’s next, you miss the what now? If you live just for the what now, you might get blindsided by what’s next. Good grief. No wonder people crave the company of another soul – because there is sometimes too much living that goes on in one’s mind and if there is no pressure valve open to relieve the ingredients of those thoughts – you start feeling like you are walking off the planet and worse, that no one is noticing.