Set yourself a dream. Don't forget all the parameters, details, dot the I's and cross the T's and then wait. Wait and wait some more, keep half an eye open, don't let opportunity pass you by. It might sneak and creep past without you knowing, sliver past a closed door when your back is turned.
On a rare occasion you snatch it, the opportunity for reality to plant it's seed mixed with the soil of your dream. But hey, that's whats happened. The delight oh the delight, the sparkle and tingle you feel when the dream offers itself as a possibility. You plan, you plot and you conjure up all sorts of images, photos yet to be put to paper, disk or memory stick. It's a bit quick, quick, slow, excitement is followed by sensible contemplation followed by waking in the wee hours your mind clear as day with a process, and procedure of how to achieve it.
So it's coming true, how exciting, a new challenge the world is your oyster once more, it can be what you want, you can be who you want, a time for change and pack away the past, tidy it into neat compartments, memories, trinkets and sentiments. Your clear now, your pictures in front of you ready to be made a reality. The fun has just begun, delving and deliberating, binning instantly and marvelling all at once. Oh no that's not for me, oh yes this will do nicely, but oh whats that, a chink of darkness ruins the whole picture. Never mind move on to the next one, no, no, maybe, err but it's not the dream, exhausted now, I need sleep, dreamland is so enticing.
A new day, a revisit, can I make it the dream, can I? If we change this and put this there and lay a new colour here, that will be nearer the dream, but this, well I can't fix this, perhaps it's not for me. The lul, the belief your dream is just around the corner, then theres the doubt, is it me? can I not be please? Am I too picky? No, you must stand up for whats right, it's your dream, don't give up, the ONE will be there, somewhere, maybe over a rainbow. Patience. Exhaustion. Despair. Another lul, a break, that's it, a change of scene. Oh that was nice, fresh air, the wind blowing my mind free, the sun is warm on my skin, revitalised, new vigour, a new creation is awaiting my stamp.
You postpone the inevitable revisit to the search, even the washing and ironing is attractive now, cleaning the litter box, cleaning the kitchen cupboards, anything, and everything is more important. I'll just do this then I'll go look, I'll get a cup of tea and then I'll look, oh damn that phones ringing, I'll have to answer, yes, I can do that, get the diary jot it down, oh I need something for dinner, I'll walk to the shops. The Butchers, then the grocers, oh whats that in the corner of my eye, lets go see. The Charity shop has many delights, and rekindles this and that I was going to do, I'm of, of on a tangent ....
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