Dear Dream Me,
As you may well know, procrastinating is one of the things I do well… now. You don’t procrastinate, or if you do, you don’t do it nearly as often as I do. And you care very little about what others think of you. And you know exactly where you are in life and in faith, where I am still floundering like a fish out of water. I think it will be like this for a while yet – certain things have to happen in order for me to get everything together, nice and neat. I know this much is true – I need to manage my time better. Maybe if I could do that, the rest would be easy. But, then again, this life has never been easy, not for me, not for you. Because you are, essentially, me, just a better, stronger version.
I could never be someone I am not – I just don’t have it in me. And maybe that is a good thing, because the truth should always come first, no matter what. I hope you’re still open to new ideas. I hope you never ever give up trying to make this world a better place, trying to be a part of the solution, not the problem, never judging anyone, always loving. I have no idea what God has planned for me next, but I do know that it will continue to help shape me into the person I am going to be. I hope you have published a novel – novels. I hope the the world is not too hard on you when you step out of your safety zone. But even if it is, I trust you know you’ll be all right, because any other way is totally unacceptable. You know how it goes – “If it is not okay, it’s not the end.”
I hope even your most secret dreams come true – the ones we clutch so tightly to us in the darkness, thinking no one notices, no one sees. Someone does. Maybe I should just trust…
Me in 2012