Rumor has it, that with age comes wisdom, and that’s true. I feel I’ve gained the wisdom to know that I’m supposed to have wisdom, and the wisdom to know that I don’t. That’s not to say that I haven’t learned a thing or two in my trips around the block. I’ve learned that the monkey chatter in my head drowns out the beating of my heart. I’ve learned that if it doesn’t belong to you, you can’t have it, no matter how much you think you can. I’ve learned that if you aren’t willing to work for something, maybe you don’t really want it after all. I’ve learned that your dreams are not going to hand themselves to you without meeting them half way. I know all this amazing stuff I didn’t know when I was young, and yet to paraphrase my very wise friend, Gila, I have a very steep investment in ignoring all of these wonderful life lessons. I guess there is a certain amount of wisdom in knowing what we are praying for and maybe even working for. Truthfully, though, I want my dreams to walk right up to me and say, “there you are, we’ve been looking for you everywhere.” 

“Woman Praying”  carynjune