Today I should have had enough money to buy that special something I am looking forward to owning. But there were four days that I didn’t do well and so I did not give myself the dollar. But that’s ok. The idea of the dollar was to get me to move in a direction and keep me moving, and it is accomplishing that. This daily column is doing the same thing. I am aware that there are people reading this, at least two or three of you every day, and the fact that you’re reading tells me that you are supporting me, or you are trying to make your own goals happen. Whatever the reason, anyone who is reading this, please know that I value you, and if you’re working toward a goal I know you can get there.
Early Friday morning, about 3:30, I woke up and was wide awake. I took a dose of ZZZquil to get back to sleep and I got back, but I had a very strange dream. Do you remember the old joke, ‘I dreamt I ate a giant marshmallow and when I woke up my pillow was gone?’ Well, last night I dreamt I ate a six piece new Pizza Hot Garlic Bread Pizza. I was happy to wake up with my pillow still under me, but I have never ever dreamt of eating food before. It’s weird, because when you’re eating in a dream, the food has no taste. I have extremely vivid dreams. In fact, so much that I have to see a sleep doctor next week – you’ll be reading about that on Wednesday.
I am a bit down tonight and so I will take my own advice and listen to music that will remind me of the joy in life, or I will watch something that will make me happy. I will get through the night without downing ice cream or an Entenmann’s cake. I may be down tonight, but the sun will rise tomorrow. And there will be new thoughts to think and a new day to experience. The nice thing about being down once in a while is that you get to experience hope for the next day.
