If you ask me, Annika, I’d say the main thing to keeping the main thing the main thing, is reminding yourself as often as you can of where the most joy will come from.
Ain’t no thing
-The Universe
The other night I had two dreams, both involving water and too small boats. In one, the meadow behind the house where I grew up had mysteriously become a lake, across which I paddled in a boat so small I could barely see it. The water was murky and thick with fish and birds, but I managed to make way to the other shore where I found the most beautiful glade in the forest. I rested there for a while before I continued through the forest on a path very familiar to my feet, and finally came up on the road where I had originally intended to go.
I awoke, and when I went back to sleep I entered another dream just as we (me, my husband and our son) were rounding the cape, going from Sorrento to Amalfi by boat. We took a detour, not following the coast but going out to sea to get a better view, passing a few exotic islands that were breathtakingly beautiful. My husband did not enjoy the ride but even he had to admit that those islands were amazing. Then suddenly we were closer to the coast and I was alone with the person who managed the boat, and we went slowly so that my family could keep up with the pace – for some reason they had to walk as the boat couldn’t carry all of us at once. On a small beach we tried to board them too, but the boat was so tiny that we simply couldn’t fit in or the boat would sink. At this point we were near Positano, so I offered to hike to Positano and either catch a ferry or a bus from there, so that they could continue in the boat and arrive safely at our destination.
Last night I was back in Italy, visiting Barb and Art in their house in San Venanzo. I had Alexander with me, and the four of us went to Rome to go to Tivoli (in my dream, Tivoli was an amusement park… I guess I mixed up Rome’s Tivoli with the one in Copenhagen!) and it was only then that I remembered that not only had I forgotten to bring the camera, I hadn’t even remembered to call my husband to tell him that we had arrived safely in Italy the day before. Shame on me!
But you know, it was all good. Despite the temporary setbacks, such as the too small boats and my forgetfulness, there were never any hard feelings and I never once doubted that it would end well.
I can’t help but think that there is symbolism in those dreams, that this is the Universe’s way of telling me that the road may be rough at times, and at times we may have to take a detour - although that doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing as there is beauty to be found where we least expect it – but despite all this we will reach our destination safe and sound and together.
In other words, Annika, the main thing is keeping focused on your true end result, not the “hows” of getting there. And there is no more effective end result than happiness.
They say that all roads lead to Rome. That may not be what I have my mind set on, but it’s close enough.
you’ve said yourself many times, “if you want something,really want it, you can get it”. sure, it may not happen when or as you planned, but eventually if you work for it, if you keep focused on the end result, you’ll get what you want.