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Being alone, virtually unemployed, and out of school has taught me how to dream again.

I'm not quite sure where or how I forgot to (stop, breathe, think) but bogged down under a sea of to-do lists, midterms, and meetings, it happened. The dreaming stopped.

Somehow, in Ecuador, I remembered again.

Maybe dreams have to do with clarity. Thinking clearly, for the first time in a long while, about what it is I want out of life. Thinking clearly about the things and people that I cherish and want to carry with me into the future. Thinking clearly about where I fall short. Thinking clearly about the kinds of evenings I want to have and the kind of people I want to spend them with. Thinking clearly about the food that I really enjoy. Thinking clearly about words I truly love reading. Thinking. Clearly. Having purpose. Having reason.

So. Grounded in clarity, I'm dreaming again.

P.S. (Yes, the title is what you think it is. Ha!)