Remember The Dream

When you remember you dream, it’s always a sign.

This morning, I found myself wanting to keep pace with friends on a quest but found my legs inoperable. The phantom stress alone was enough to shake me out of my sleep and into action. Prayer, water, a bandana and I was on my way out the door and to the track. I love getting out there while the moon is still bright and the stars are shining, especially in the North Austin area. Today was especially great, with the temps cooler than usual and almost no one on the path. The symbology of it all doesn’t escape me, and it’s quickly become a happy place where I can prepare myself for the work ahead and connect to my universal purpose.

I see why billionaires get into this mode. The empowering feeling of physical improvement is addictive and flies in opposition of the “oh woe is me” mentality that can fester like a fungus during the normal pursuits of daily life. I get to chomping at the bit for the tasks I need to tackle, and that mental paradigm shift alone renders me invincible, or at least gives me the feeling of being so. Today, I didn’t stop a single time, which was incredible given the fact that my previous runs on the same track were met with such resistance that I’d walk a large portion of it before deciding to push myself. Not today.

Stopping wasn’t even a part of my thought process. I had to catch up to my friends in that dream, even if it meant catching them in real life. It actually meant just that. I was so energized that by the time I’d completed the loop, I was still energized enough to potentially go another round, but ai decided to pat myself on the back for a job well done and keep on my pace of steady progression. Soon enough, I’ll be flying through that exercise in record speed, anxiously awaiting the next level. What a space to fly within, truly.

The smog is clearing and the sun is shining, even if we can’t see it. Trust and believe.