Dreams are only thoughts you didn't have time to think about during the day.


So, the other night I woke up and remembered my dream. I usually don't remember them but I have been more lately.

Anyways, I dreamt that I was running-not in a bad way, but in a freeing way-like a casual jog. The wind was rushing by and I wasn't hurting. The weather was gorgeous. My lungs weren't struggling. It was wonderful. I had *almost* forgotten what that was like, from back when I was an athletic field hockey and basketball player in high school.

Now, with the bad knees and lungs and everything else, it's a little harder to do such a thing. But I do have to say it did motivate me to attempt to relive that moment in waking hours. It was not quite the same, but yesterday at the gym I ran on the treadmill for a couple of minutes and it really felt good! Small steps...

What kind of dreams do you have?

Today, I am thankful for: attending an inspiring talk about the journey after diagnosis, for family and friends and another nice day!




Anonymous said...

My dream is to marry you. Thankfully it's coming true ;).

Obsessedwithlife said...

Awww. I love you!

Dee said...

Hm, my dream is to find peace with myself and with my life, and to never settle. That may sound contradictory but in here, the ole hat rack *points to head* it makes sense.

And yes, small steps, are wonders. I'm so glad you feel so wonderful about them, I really am.

Obsessedwithlife said...

I understand. Definitely feel that too.