My Dream
I’m a closet dreamer.
If you meet me you’ll encounter a very practical, problem solving, get-it-done, A-type, responsible individual. But underneath that composed exterior are some dreams that have been brewing for years. Dreams that excite me and yet scare me to death. Dreams that if I shared with someone over a cup of tea I’m afraid they would laugh out loud with tea spraying from nose, mouth, ears and eyes or even worse, give me that blank stare complete with a placating “oh, that’s a nice idea honey.”
You know the kind of fear I’m talking about.