“Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it! Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.”--Goethe
Sometimes my dreams are really crazy. Disturbingly, I often have dreams of people chasing me trying to harm me (it’s usually people I know). Last week, I dreamt Dr. Maya Angelou – THEE Maya Angelou – was chasing me, but I don’t think she was trying to harm me. I just remember I was running, trying to get away from her. I was mocking her voice. I hopped out of a window, or maybe a sliding door, and I ended up on a sunlit beach. That’s all I can remember.
It sounds so crazy. Why would I run away from Maya Angelou? Who does that? If nothing else, it seems cruel to have an elder chasing me down. My good friend said my dream was “awesome” and it’s really about writing. I have to stop running from writing.
I have to stop running, from a lot of things, and continue walking forward to my destiny.