One month left in the year. The year that has, arguably, been the single biggest year of my life. If offered a fast-forward through the next thirty-one days to see if my biggest dream does come true this month, to see if I get to sign my name on a line that would change everything, would I take it if that meant I skipped both the consuming anxiety and overwhelming zeal it’d bring? I’m not sure.
I keep telling myself to stop dreaming. Sometimes I think I have; sometimes I know I haven’t.
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