I was dreaming about helping a little boy last night. He didn’t want to go to this function (I can’t remember what is was) and I was trying to convince him to hitch up his belt, breathe deeply and go. And eventually, he went. The odd thing was, the boy was white.
Yesterday felt different. Usually on New Year’s Day, I’m recovering from the last night’s revelries and watching football. Not yesterday, though. I spent the evening with a couple of friends, and after the moment passed, I trundled off into the rainy dark, not wanting a huge slice of amateur night. I woke up and things just felt different, off. But in a good way. As if something was about to happen, about to turn. The question is, as always, will I be ready for the turn?