One thing you should know about me- I have some crazy dreams. Usually nightmares... but not like the kind where the boogie man jumps out of the closet or is hiding under the bed. Mine are usually a bit worse... It's fine, it's just something that goes along with what I'm dealing with in my life right now. The only bad part is that when I have those bad dreams, I usually can't stop thinking about them all day. My dream last night dealt with fear, and something precious being taken away from me (as is usual). But this something that was taken away was the one stable thing I had in my life. The one thing I thought would never leave or change.
It was devastating... but the more I've been thinking about it, that dream kind of taught me something. You know when you were little, and what you learned initially you applied to everything else? For example, associating that red/orange glow with heat. Even if it's lego block, it has that color, therefore it might burn you. I had that kind of scenario with someone close to me while I was growing up. They were (and still are) very hot and cold with their moods- sometimes warm, loving, and completely present, and other times aggressive, angry, and removed. Always hoping for the good became exhausting after a while, because I knew that it could be taken away so easily.
But what my dream taught me is that this childhood lesson doesn't have to follow me throughout my life. Just because the person in my story was the way she was doesn't mean that everyone I meet will be like that as well. Some people do stay constant. Some people do care more for others than they do for their own selfish desires. Some people really will love you even if you're in a bad mood (because in reality, your moods really aren't that bad). Some people really do see and notice you for the good and decent person that you are. And some people won't leave when things get bad.
Now for some wine and a girl movie with friends. Thank God for the good in life :)
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