Last night, I dreamed that I was talking to this girl who decided to leave her job as a successful advertising executive to become a flower...Yes, a flower (hey - anything goes in a dream). This girl decided nothing would make her happier than to be a flower. She opens a flower shop, steps in to an orange terracotta pot and watered herself. A guy walks in the flower shop, but instead of buying flowers, he turns in his suitcase to become an MMA fighter, and somehow had a wrestling ring in his bookbag... I look behind him and there was a line of people outside the flower shop ready to do something or be someone they realized defines them more than their current, more lucrative jobs. Despite the thunderstorm looming overhead these people stayed in line to declare themselves.
This morning, I discovered that my unemployment benefits expired. In the back of my mind, I knew this day would come, and thought I would chuckle it off in my resolve to follow my dreams and realize my full potential. However, reading the letter, a slight panic started to swell from my gut to my chest. I had hoped that something would present itself by now, one that was more sustaining than the inconsistent jobs I've been getting teaching yoga. I even revamped my resume and started submitting to project management postings. On my third application however, I realized that to have courage and to have faith, one must be patient. Sometimes, when something doesn't turn out the way we want, we attempt to alleviate the disappointment by changing direction. I did not submit the third application. Instead, I shut down my computer, took a deep breath and stepped outside to tend to my garden. I found my blackberry was fruiting quite abundantly, and I was able to harvest a thick handful of arugula enough to make a single serve salad. So while I am not chuckling at the letter, I am feeling resolved to declare myself, and follow my dream(s).
