All at once, the dream felt ominous and overwhelming and achievable. She took in the range of emotions; each had a place in this moment. This was living: to face the day, the time she had and ask herself what to do with it?
She could lay in bed or wallow with self-pity. She could drink it away or work it out - all the calories or feelings she couldn’t dismantle with her mind. But the day would come and go no matter what.
In this game she had the choice of how she existed within it. There was no need for large fancy homes: more space, more things. She could live in a forest or under a rock. She could desert the indoctrinated belief that money was the ultimate goal. She could travel the world or never crave a family. She could trust that evolution was happening in her and around her and that the path was never as stringent and cut as she thought. Each day was a new opportunity to show up onsight and figure out what she could do to ascend.