I can ignore the nudges if warranted. My dreams, however, refuse to be suppressed.
During my lunch hour, I take the time to write down a stream of consciousness about "Restart" as a theme and how tired I am this week.
I was on a stage with an eager audience watching my every move. My heart raced inside my chest as I tried valiantly to remain composed. A microphone was placed in front of me, as a pianist to my side was poised to begin. Once the first chord of a pleasant melody reverberated over my… Continue reading Me, You, Step One, Step Two