I’ve been dreaming a lot lately. One of my recurring dreams take place in large buildings with multiple rooms. Sometimes I am decorating rooms, sometimes hiding in them, sometimes trying to figure out what to use the room for. I only remember the tail end of this dream, but I was in one of these rooms last night. My sixty something self was talking to another sixty something woman (could it possibly also have been me?!!). She was bent over a box and holding it firmly in certain way. I was trying to convince her that it was alright to hold it differently, and indeed it was necessary at this point. She was resistant and didn’t want to change. I insisted that she allow it to be held another way, telling her that she can’t always have her own way. And then I woke up.
Yes, it was me talking to me. I do need to just let go of a number of things and accept life as it is presented – it can be held another way and all will indeed work out.