My God. Even in my dreams I am wishy-washy. Last night I dreamed that the editors of Pittsburgh City Paper offered me my very own column. I was thrilled. And then colleagues started advising me that before I accepted the offer I should try to snag a column with a bigger, daily paper. I felt confused. On the one hand I didn’t think it right to go from grateful to greedy so quickly. On the other hand, maybe it was worth a shot. What to do? I had to make a decision and was running out of time.
Then I woke up. After momentary relief that I did not have to make a decision I was, of course, bummed that I did not have that decision to make.
There’s a lesson there, I know.
I have a solution: you can take the big daily paper column; I’ll take the City Paper one…
Oh, right. This was just in your dream. Darn.
I have dreams like that! I am always given a choice between several very good things — usually food. Instead of immediately deciding which one to go for, I am suddenly frozen with indecision, unable to make my mind up. By the time I feel that I am ready, I’ve woken up.
Julie, you are cracking me up! I love those dreams that leave you grateful to have woken from them. I feel like this is a good omen for you so be ready with your answer and just to weigh in, I’d think taking the City Paper gig and working up would be a great first step. But what do I know? Thanks for the very sweet comments on Maxy. That is very reassuring to know others feel similar things when dealing with death.
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