For the past couple weeks, I keep finding myself wanting to go skate. Like, on ice. In my mind, I’m skating on a piece of ice that extends indefinitely in every direction so I have no danger of hitting the boards. There’s no one around, so it doesn’t matter that I haven’t skated in at least a year and will probably not look the most graceful.
And let’s be honest, I’m kind of a klutz since I have feet, so no one needs to see that.
I don’t know what it is, but I, like Joni Mitchell, want to skate away on a river. (She’s from Canada, I’m from Minnesota… this must be the reason) I mean, I’m not picky. I’d take an extra smooth lake. Or just a gigantic ice rink.
It’s not a dream that I can fulfill right now, like many of my dreams. However, I can fulfill the dream of having my philosophy paper edited. I can fulfill dreams of productivity.
I could even do it in the library. I could put away my laundry the day after I laundered it… I could be Jesus to the people around me. That’s a dream worth fulfilling. I could drink another cup of coffee. I could wear a skirt today (it’s Skirt Wednesday, so that’s a definite need… people set their calendars by me).
I’ll just start there and work my way towards an ever-lasting ice rink.