I had a dream Friday night that was really disturbing. I dreamed that I woke up in the morning to find out five years had passed since I went to bed the night before. Five years that I could not remember. Doug had difficulty convincing me it was true, and what I remember feeling the most as he described all of these events that had occurred in our lives over the past years, besides discombobulated, was the sheer devastation that I had "missed" five years with him. Meeting later in life gives us limited time anyway, (which obviously my subconscious also worries about given this dream) and now, for me at least, I had lost five more years since I had no memories of them. I have always had difficulty with time passing. I remember as Dalton was growing up, every night as I reached over to turn off my lamp and go to sleep, I had that desperate feeling of another day of his childhood gone. Another day closer to the day he leaves and heads out on his own. I feel it now with my pare...
Fighting apathy with intentionality.