Kidnapping Astronauts

Sometimes I have crazy dreams. Like astronauts kidnapping me. I woke up last night at one and was absolutely sure that there was an astronaut in my room trying to steal me away in the night. I finally came to and immediately texted a friend because I knew I would forget that weirdness and I had to share with someone. It still took me a bit to fall back asleep, I kept seeing  heads with massive astronaut helmets on.

I never should have fallen back asleep though, because the next dream was even crazier than the first. It started out with my sister and I being pulled over by the FBI, who informed us that her husband was under investigation for dealing drugs and that we needed to cooperate. We exchanged un-pleasantries and then headed home. We got to our house and found a stick of butter on the front step. From the FBI. With a secret inscription. Asking us if we will cooperate. We wouldn't. We knew her husband was innocent. So I scratched an inscription into another stick of butter, but I couldn't place it on the FBI's doorstep because they were out front on the porch. Instead, I ran down the block and proceeded to climb over the back wall of a house and follow it down to the backyard of the FBI headquarters. I had to avoid dogs attacking me and pretending like no one could hear their barking. When I got to the FBI HQ, I climbed up onto the roof of the house, lowered myself down onto the front porch, hit the doorbell and then ran like the wind to get back to the fence/wall and sprinted haphazardly down the block to get away before they could catch me.

That's all I can remember now.

Kidnapping Astronauts.

And Federal Agents. With butter.

The Craziness in My Head

I often begin writing something and then stow it away to edit and revise; saved as a draft, a slip of paper, a journal entry. It isn't more than a month later, generally, that I will revisit it, only to realize that it is perfect just as it is. That when it was first fresh in my mind was when it was best, at its finest.

So yes, often times I finally post things far over due, they sit in a sort of box on the shelf of my mind until I finally get the gumption to throw them out into the world and say, "Ok, so here's me. And what I'm thinking and feeling."

Thankfully it goes over better than I expect most times. But that's because you guys are all amazing and willing to put up with the craziness in my head.

Love is complicated

Life doesn't always give us what we want nor expect. Love is complicated for those who love much. For the brave in heart, the vulnerable, the ones who take the leaps of faith - they're the ones who get the rough seas, the ones who get the hardest climbs. God knows they need it, so that when the truth comes, they won't take it for granted. They won't forget how long they had to wait, how many hearts they had to break and how many times their own hearts had to be scarred before they found true love.