[Photo by the Beautiful Boho Girl]
There comes a time in the life of any dream when the dream takes over. In the beginning, we, the dreamers, are leading the way, bringing our dream into the world bit by bit. Before too long a shift occurs - an event, a sign, maybe even an email - and the dream steps in and says, "Thanks for all your work so far, now why don't you just sit back and enjoy the ride."
That shift occurred for me many months back, and I am now simply a servant to the dream. That is why I am sitting here at my kitchen table, splitting headache, strangely exhausted, yet still carrying out an assortment of rather mundane tasks that the dream needs me to do. Cutting prints, packaging postcards, labeling business cards, filling orders...and on and on. And in this tiresome phase, on this overcast day that is screaming for me to collapse on the couch with a stack of movies, I am working. And I am so blissed out I can hardly believe my fortune. I am no longer guiding this journey, I am now the follower.