I had a dream last night that I want to share with you.
Usually my dreams are super strange and involve little tidbits from my day all blended up into some bizarre combination of faces, places and experiences.
The only time my dreams make sense is when I'm worried or stressed about something. In that case, my go-to dream takes me back to anxiety-inducing junior high school. I can't find my schedule, locker, class, etc. Gotta love that dream.
Last night's dream took me to another place that invokes real fear for me.
First, let me preface this by sharing that I have a fairly extreme fear of heights. Anything above a step stool creates heart palpitations, dizziness, you name it.
In my dream I was on a huge staircase, and between the steps were gigantic, open gaps.
I was trying to navigate my way down the stairs, but I was paralyzed by the fear that I would fall through one of the gaps. I was so scared that I layed down on one of the steps, hugged the tread as tightly as possible, and closed my eyes.
There were others going down the steps around me. They didn't seem scared at all by the daunting open spaces that had me frozen in a panic.
Then a woman stopped and told me to open my eyes and look down.
Trusting her advice, I did.
And I saw the ground, only a few feet below me.
I could reach out and touch it.
What a feeling that was.
And then I woke up.
And I realized that the hopes and dreams I have for my life and the life of my family maybe aren't as far out of reach as I thought they were.
Maybe we are all just a step away from our dreams.
We just have to have the courage to open our eyes and move forward.