JESICA | COLLEEN
I met a new friend recently who insisted that he doesn't believe in time. I had never considered this concept before. When I shared it with Colleen, she was immediately and enthusiastically sided with his avant-garde opinion (this shouldn't really surprise me, considering Colleen is a minimum twenty minutes late to any of our coffee dates - she really operates on her own schedule). In the past, I don't think I've paid much attention to the concept of time. But now, at this point in time, I've developed a new attitude. You could call it a motto. "Why not now?" is what I've been living by these days. Some seniors may be counting down the days to graduation, but regardless of the date on the calendar I feel the same. Rather than time, I pay attention to seasons. To be honest, I feel in between seasons. If I could physically still be in a season, I'm in the college season of life. But mentally and emotionally, I'm dreaming in the next season... the latter feels more of my reality. Physically I'm trying to catch my body up to my mind. I am tired of waiting. I have a list of things to accomplish before the season changes. Maybe that just puts us dreamers in our own category. Okay, let's be in that category. I hope you join me. Dream On. -J | Last week, I blabbed on about reserving time in all your busyness for doing nothing but dreaming. This week I'm on a different page; of my calendar, literally, but also of perspective. I writing the rebuttal to myself here. Crazy, yes? But that's the beauty of having a weekly dream and the courage to change your mind. You get to a point in your last semester of college when the idea of graduating feels like a ticking bomb. Last night, around 1 a.m. I felt the heat of the monumentous of this fact like the light on the fuze, sizzling closer, nearly ready to explode. I haven't felt quite like this before. Post explosion, my future will be left wide open before my eyes. The idea is so refreshingly, terrifyingly uncertain.... I have goosebumps as I type this. To uncharted territory I'm eager to go. I was so restless I couldn't fall asleep until after 4. Just a few designated hours a week doesn't seem like enough time to accomplish what I really want to do before the time runs out. What - or who - will be the wreckage and debris left behind? This is my fear. I'm blogging when I should be in biology class right now. I'm not endorsing this behavior but I'm not apologizing for it either. When inspiration strikes, don't wait for the scheduled dream hour. Stop the car. U-turn if necessary. Get out and run wild. Now, dream bigger. -C |