This subject is obviously left up to interpretation. Right now, "a dream" has too many indeterminate meanings for me to force it into a single photo. Right now, I need the literal space in which to dream. Right now, I my dream is that tomorrow holds a lot of promise.
I have a song stuck in my head. To quote The Smiths, "Everyday is like Sunday. Everyday is silent and gray."
Friday was my last day of a job I needed to let go of. I cleaned off my desk and left after two strange and difficult weeks. Yesterday, Saturday, I cleaned much of the house, perhaps to feel productive, perhaps to take my mind off of things. It should feel over, but it's only Sunday. Perhaps tomorrow, when I wake up without an alarm, it will start to seem more real. For now, today is like any other Sunday. G is at work, and I am thinking of all the things I need to do to prepare for the week ahead, puttering about to get half of them done. There are a million and one big and little things I want to tackle from baking, cooking, and gardening to self-taught courses and obviously, pursuing a new job, this time, one that has room for me to be me.
Like every Sunday, today I am struggling with everything I want to get done, struggling with everything I want to want to get done. But unlike every other Sunday, I have tomorrow too. And another tomorrow. I don't want anymore wasted tomorrows, but for today, I may just have to lay about and finish a book.
It's spring. The sunny daffodils have unfolded in my yard, the tulips and bluebells are close behind them. The sun keeps forcing its way through the clouds. I have hope and promise. But I am still tired and I just want to enjoy the silent and gray of Sunday.