The Blogging Bae

  The other day I wrote about dreams. Not of the ‘personal goals’ variety but actual dreams you have when you sleep.   I have them all the time. I remember them mostly and sometimes they are eerily accurate.  And sometimes they don’t make any sense at all!  But if you are, like me, the type of person that knows most dreams mean more than just another show you watch when you fall sleep… dreams run deeper than one psychological book would say. They are more in-depth than what you have on your mind that day.  Bear with me if you have heard this all before but here we go again with the mystery I have been trying to solve for almost a year now.  A while back I noticed a new follower on Spotify. I noticed them right away. I don’t have a large amount to begin with but what stood out was their name. If I put the letters together, I came up with someone I actually knew. I blame all those road trips I took as a kid where we played the license plate game or the fact t...

When I sleep I dream. I remember these dreams as if I was really there and for a while now my dream state is one of the main places I communicate with friends that have come and gone.  Most of the time, I love my dream world… specifically one place I often visit and know like the back of my hand. I haven’t been to this place in a while though and last time I was there was last year.    Right before a certain someone I saw in my dream reappeared back into my life.  However, they appeared as a stranger and I didn’t see the face. Just an arm full of tattoos and a motorcycle helmet that they wore.  At first, I thought it was just another human I met in this dream place because I often do meet strangers here… but then when they stepped into my reality.. this meeting made more sense. This was them and this was a premonition.  Now, I dream of them at least once a week… far more than I am ever willing to share. Not because I don’t want to, they just have made the c...

  Good morning friends, it’s Sunday here where I live and I got up early to embrace the day with full speed ahead. Even though I am fighting, yet again, another damn cold.  In about eight working business days, I will be reclaiming my life. I will be ending one chapter to start a new exciting one. I will no longer be looking at Sunday’s as going by way too fast or a ticking time clock calling me to bed.  I, come August 26th, will be putting my teacher’s hat away. Although this decision has been mulled over for months now and comes in waves in the most bitter and sweet of ways, it was a decision I had to make and a decision I am happy with making.  And even though I am a damn good teacher, my passion for teaching is no longer there… and I truly believe you should be passionate about what you do and where you place your majority of time and energy. Otherwise you are going to spend a lot of time regretting what you could have actually done.  This job, as a whole, i...