Why do some people stare at you like a deer in the headlights when you mention having a dream? As in, you dream about something you would like to do someday. Or a destination on your bucket list. Dreams do not have to be logical, rational or fit in any box.
All to often, if I let one slip, it splats on the floor like a of cow pie at the feet of the naysayers. By Thor’s left buttock, I swear to erect a statue in their honor for pigeons to poop on! Continue reading →