“Nothing happens unless first a dream.” ⁣-Carl Sandburg⁣

When I used to take the train into Chicago for high school, I loved watching the sunrise behind the many church steeples that we passed along the way. ⁣

[Thinking back, I wonder if that time on the train was a prelude to my morning rituals that I love now?]⁣

I remember writing about this notion that I compared people and their dreams to church steeples. ⁣

When we’re young, we dream with abandon- (so many at the base of that steeple). As people get older, they lose sight of their dreams...(the steeple gets smaller). Excuses happen, life “gets in the way”...(smaller yet).⁣

If we keep at it- perhaps...the pinnacle. ⁣

(𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵...) ⁣

The culmination of hard work and persistence towards those dreams. ⁣

That’s the good stuff. ⁣

Well, yesterday- I dreamt again with some really cool people. (You know who you are). ⁣

And it felt like magic. ⁣

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