thank you dream!

It has been brought to my attention that i have been majorly slacking on my blog the past few weeks.  And with the lingering of my last post, i wanted to make it clear that i am alive and doing quite well, having survived the tick-tock of the clock as it moved me into this "dreaded year"... and to be honest, so far so good!  It's not so bad afterall.  I am embracing this age, taking ahold of it and trying to own it as much as mrs. bedazzled "owned" her tacky sweater (but rest assured, i have no desire to actually own one of those sweaters).  In fact, to my surprise, i recently had a moment of complete thankfulness about being this age.

It was brought on by a dream.  A dream that was brought on by a conversation i had with my coworker and boss which involved me swimming across the hudson from ny to jersey, which i have never done.  Yes, this conversation sounds rather odd and it lasted a good 3-5 minutes! (note references in prior posts to my "crazy" office.)  So that night, i dreamt that i was about to embark on a journey similar to this "hudson-cross," except i am not completely sure that it was in fact the hudson i was crossing.  The water in my dream did have quite a murky look to it, and made me question what i was jumping into and why the heck i was jumping into it.  I'll say this - it certainly wasn't the mediterranean!  So for posting purposes, we'll call it the hudson.  I had a backpack which must have been filled with the necessary "river swim" equipment, and i was saying good-bye to my good friends megan and joel, who were bidding me adieu from the dock.  (M&J, please never allow me to swim in any kind of hudson-like river in real life, let alone travel to jersey! -just a little joke, jersey folks.)  As i was about to make the jump into the water and begin my swim, M&J wished me a happy birthday.  This birthday they were referring to was the one i will have a year from now.  I was turning yet another year older!  With backpack in hand, i jumped... and sunk, rather far down that i found myself panicked that i wouldn't make it to the surface in time to take my next much-needed breath of air.  Feeling more nervous, i picked up the pace to swim to the surface.  This was no easy task since i was being weighed down by my backpack... but i made it to the surface in time! And then i heard scott & todd in the morning blasting from my radio and realized that it had all been a dream.  And for that moment, after having felt like i was even a year older than i am, i was incredibly thankful, and proud, to be my actual, so-called "dreaded" age.