I dreamed a dream of time gone by

Sometimes I'd rather not remember my dreams, but sometimes I cling to them because they feel like a lost memory I wish were real. I always enjoy trying to understand them and find a deeper meaning.

There's snow on the ground!

Must be the season

Fall is upon us these days. Burnt reds, oranges and browns mixed with fading greens, yellows and golds. It's time for cocoa and toast while watching the sunrise before starting the day. Perhaps it's time to rearrange the kitchen or clean out that stubborn closet. Now is the moment for getting in touch with the space you most inhabit, make sure every piece you present is something you couldn't live without.

Inspire greatness

You will only ever be as great as you imagine yourself.

Philosophy from a 21 year old

Sometimes I forget about the act of living. This forgetfulness is probably not a fault I alone suffer from. I think most people, at one point or another, forget to live. It makes me seriously wonder which really is more important, the journey or the destination? For so long I've anticipated the standard American dream of a life. What kind of reality is that?

At 21 my priorities are changing. As is my outlook for the future. College, careers, family... I still want this kind of normality, I just feel like there is something I haven't found.

Taking work home with you

My mother once told me that my greatest asset is the unconditional love I give to everyone. I was probably seven. I understood her, I "loved everybody" (to quote The Presidents). At the time I really did. It was strange, I just had this never ending love for people. This, however, I think led to the opposite, sort of. I attached quickly and was disappointed many times. I still feel this urge to just love though, to be interested, to be a part of lives.
So I think, perhaps, life is supposed to consist of giving your heart away and knowing you may have to mend it later but having to take the risk anyway. Recently I learned a little girl at my work is terminally ill. For being part of my everyday life I took the news well (I think). I spoil her a little more. Sneaking pieces of candy now and then. Taking extra time with her and cherishing it.
There is also a little boy. Not just any little boy, but a two and a half year old that has stolen my heart. I have a serious bond with these children. They are such amazing little people. I hope that my love stays with them forever, I know I'll never forget these moments.

A day at the office

To be greeted every morning by four year olds rushing towards you like speed racers (as they refer to themselves) is a powerful start to a day. You feel calm and patient, for a moment. Then the whirlwind that is preschool flings you face first into finger painting and singsong. You become young again, teaching malleable minds things of your past. Influencing while striving to be on your best behavior. Hoping these memories will be cherished as long as they can be remembered. Memories. Their stories. Who else is making memories with them, I wonder? Who else is writing their stories? I'm sure their parents are thinking the same things of me. I love these children who are not mine. I want to borrow them away and smother them with the abundance of love I have for them. They are teaching me so much, I cannot be grateful enough.