I had a dream once that I was running and my arms were filled with ping pong balls. I was just holding on and running as fast as I could, but balls kept falling out of my arms. I remember telling myself that I had to just keep running, I couldn't stop and pick up what I had dropped. So I did. I kept running to some mysterious destination, trying to hold on to as many of the ping pong balls as I could.
Now, if you are a decoder of dreams you know exactly what was going on in my life at that time. I was overwhelmed with events in my life, but determined to keep moving forward. More accurately, terrified to stop moving forward.
That dream was about five years ago. Today I am still running, my arms are still full of ping pong balls, and I am still terrified to stop running. I hope that by writing about the things that have me running, I can perhaps find a tidy bag to carry my ping pong balls in and just walk forward at a leisurely pace.
