Thursday, September 11, 2008
I must love it when I dream.
When I'm awake, my mind rushes in every direction possible. I think of new places and old conversations and wish away the day somewhere pleasant. That is, unless my paint brush is making me crabby because it's not cooperating and cramping up my hand. I enjoy painting and remodeling houses. I like seeing them transform into something new and come closer to reaching their true house potential. So, if my brush isn't cooperating and is interrupting my day-dream, I'll just go wash it out, get a new one, and pick up where I left off-- maybe back in Germany with my girls or deciding what to do with my evening. So I must love it when I dream because my mind can race away, and I can mix the people from different times and places in my life into one lovely walk, adventure or chat. It must be great.