Ten Years Later

Is it possible to have a dream, then put it on the shelf somewhere, only to take it out a long time later, dust if off, look at it, and then start pursuing it again?

I'm feeling that way lately. I'm feeling like taking that old dream that I had put on the shelf and unpacking it. The amazing thing is that when I put it on the shelf all that time ago, I knew that I would be coming back to it. I just needed time. Time to grow. Time to evolve. Time to learn. Time to come into myself.

That old dusty box is now shaking. It doesn't want to sit still. I know it's filled with magical powers and it's calling to be opened and released.

Yet, I must be patient. I know I'm almost there, but there are a few things left for me to learn before I can take hold of that wonderful box. These final steps are the hardest. A little like the final exam of a long course. I'm scared of not finishing, of not doing well, of collapsing at the last second.

Yet, I know in my gut that I'll make it. I'll finish the process. The process to reach that wonderful, magical box that's will allow me to fly...one day I will fly...