For the 2nd time in the last three nights, I've dreamt that I was flying.
It's great to dream of flying! I can feel the tightness in my stomach as if on the downslope of a huge roller coaster. I have confidence and appreciate my ability, the beauty…
Here are some random interpretations of 'flying' dreams:
To dream that you are flying, signifies a sense of freedom where you had initially felt restricted and limited.
Flying dreams are normally a good omen and if the flight is pleasant, with no worries and anxieties you can look for happiness and plenty to follow.
Transcendence over your challenges or the mundane. Freedom (or a wish for it) from the limitations of your own mental, emotional, and physical challenges—freedom that is available by connecting with your inner joy, love, and Spirit. (Wow, does the word spirit in this sentence really require a capital?)
To dream that you are flying with ease and enjoying the view indicates that you are dealing with circumstances well. You have elevated above some situation and you may have found a different point of view on things. Dreams of flying and managing your flight is indicative of your own sense of empowerment.
Maybe in my late teens and early 20's I would put weight in dream analysis, but not so much now… why? I'm more cynical now, less naive, and in general don't believe in all the ego, id and super ego stuff. These recent flying dreams are proof… how so? I'm not exactly 'feeling a sense of freedom', with 'no worries and anxieties', nor do I 'feel empowered'.
Let's be real.
Because I don't work, and with the beginning of golf season, I've had to explain to people who enjoy judging me, how I productively spend my days… I hate explaining that, or more so, feeling that I have to defend myself, then I of course feel guilt, as William's been working a TON lately (including all this past week-end).
I've gotten myself involved in a few projects that are beyond me. The success of these projects depend on multiple factors that I can't control (other people's efforts, behavior, and even the weather). I feel slightly overwhelmed with what I've gotten myself into.
I'm not really grooving on my looks right now. I've always had decent skin, but over the last few months I've been battling raw, dry areas, and rashes. I've even cancelled plans to go out because I look that bad, and recently I've had no motivation to eat healthily, not to mention exercise.
So then, why the happy, free, heart lifting, wonderful flying dreams?
Of course life is exceptional… but I do have a lot going on in my head. Essentially, I don't know why I'm having these dreams, but I'll take it. Maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me something…
I've voluntarily involved myself in a huge project for Sutton Creek. I'm scanning in photos of Sutton Creek and its members and creating a power point presentation which will hopefully be shown at the 20th anniversary reunion party sometime this summer. So far it's more 200K kb… and I'm about half done… yikes.
It's fun for me to do this, but fairly mind numbing. I still have over 200 pictures to add, and many of those desperately need editing.
I'm really hoping that this slide show will be a highlight of the event, and possibly result in me doing more of that kind of thing (maybe actually getting paid) in the future. Lately, it seems that any spare time I'm working on that…
It's the week-end, this week has flown by! Today I'm cleaning the house and tonight I'm just hanging out with William – not steak night date night, but hot dog TV show night. All gooooood.
Tomorrow, Kiks and I are running errands in the US, ending up at the Michigan Golf Show in Novi. Always fun!
Life is good.
Well, well, well… I've been a fairly productive LG for the last few days… I've cleaned out the garden, the pond, and yesterday I switched out all the summer clothes for the winter clothes. It took a lot longer than I thought (hours really), but I have about 2 bags for donation and about the same amount of clothes will fulfill their dust rag destiny, (as soon as I get the good scissors from my mom). Still to do: clean out the garage, put up the fall decorations, and clean the b'junk off the windows casings.
Exciting life isn't it?
I've been invited to play in a tournament on the 17th, which is awesome. It's match play format with me representing the 'Essex County Ladies' versus the 'Kent County Ladies'. It's in Blenheim
and I've only played that course twice, but I remember it to be quite nice. This invitation makes me feel good, as initially I my name was given by a woman whom I really like and respect, and it makes me happy that she thought of me. I'm sure at times we all feel lost in the crowd and unable to please, so it's good to be thought of now and then.
Today I'm having lunch with KT and SuprT, then I'm attending a board meeting at SC – I'm not sure (no one is really) if I can serve on the board or not. If not, that's fine – but it was nice to be nominated, (by one of the owners, part of the management team no less) as she must think (or at least have thought) that I could be helpful to the operation of SC. If I'm able to serve I'll have to be certain to mention her, and all the little people, in my acceptance speech.
Good God, I hope you know I'm joking.
There is not too much going on this week-end which is rather nice. It's been great having people over the last couple of weeks, but if William and I are alone this week-end I certainly won't be upset. Either way, I'm happy.
Let me check, yep, life is gooooood.
There are things to be done around here that I'm absolutely dreading, ignoring and procrastinating. I think that perhaps if I make a list and post it online, I'll be more likely to at least start on said list. Ugh… this is hard…
– Clean out the pond. Oh, the worst of the tasks on the list. The pond is so small, more appropriately called a 'puh', that's how tiny it is… however, it is full of leaves, guck, and frogs. Frogs who hate me, by the way. Frogs whose lives I feel compelled to save… that equates to me dumping out some of the stinky water, attempted to catch the elusive frogs, (put them in a super deep bucket, so they can't escape), and take them to a nearby pond where they can burrow into the mud and see next spring – as opposed to freezing into a solid form in our 'puh'. Oh the dread!
– Clean out the garden. It's so sad to do this. To me it represents the finality of my favorite season. It involves hauling multiple wheelbarrows of plants to the burning pile behind my mom's barns. Ugh.
– Put up fall decorations. I don't look forward to doing this, as we don't have very many and it looks cheap and sparse, but I feel like an autumn grinch if I don't at least make an attempt.
– Clean the b'junk off the windows. Y'know the vinyl seams of the windows? They always seem to collect a brown goo. This means busting out the toothbrush and practising patience.
– Switch out the summer clothes for the winter clothes. I don't think my golf shorts will make a reappearance again this season. Tank tops are no longer a necessity. This is also a depressing task. I have to make decisions on nice sweaters I have, but NEVER wear… I don't have a lot of clothes, so it's a little hard parting with the ones I do, even though I haven't worn some items in over 3 years…
– Bring the patio furniture and a few decorative items in, and clean out the garage. The garage is not too bad this year…. there are some things I should get rid of… stolen golf signs that we haven't displayed since the cottage days (2003), some gardening things we never use…
Yesterday was hot, and today is supposed to be even warmer. Perfect. I always seem to do an outside project when it's beaming hot.
Thanks to Kiks I have a sweet tamp to use for leveling the patio. That is by far the hardest part. The sweet fun is actually laying the blocks. That's where the reward is… if someone walked in and was like, 'hey, I'll lay the blocks for you…' I would have to decline. That is the my reward for all the hard work.
So anyways, I golfed yesterday with Kiks and another woman, and it was fun, but frickin' hot. Some holes are windless hell like areas of heat… that's my excuse for a poor round… that and my damned golf sandals which I had repaired… the guy left a large chunk of glue under my right toe! I played 2 holes barefoot, then switched to my sweet and spike-less orthopedic sandals
Today? More patio work, vacuum the pool, (I'm looking forward to that), scan some pictures in for Facebook, and keep cool… today's heat index will be about 105*F. Perfect!