living the dream

The dream is being lived.
Sitting in a quaint coffee shop in a side-street in Barcelona after getting absorbed by the Picasso Museum for 3 hours and grinning Β like the Cheshire cat… With a cigarette in one hand, a coffee in the other, jotting down notes as all inspired artists do,and oh goodness! could this be less of a cliche ? a snippet from the movie in my mind, a place I once was, once upon a time in my day dreams.
I’m so proud of myself for not just dreaming big, but following my heart in this spontaneous and self-satisfying manner and taking myself to the places I dreamed i could.
It all comes down to saying ‘yes’ now and thinking about the finer details later, I have realized that if it’s important to you you will find a way, if not, you WILL find an excuse.
I know that now is the time for traveling and exploring, and although there is only 1 month left of this chapter of adventure, I know it’s not the end. Knowing I have the power and hunger for exploring the world, the more I do and see, the more I realize how many opportunities will present themselves now that I’ve made it blatantly obvious to the Universe that I’m not messing around.
These dreams aren’t jokes, I will take myself to them. Once it’s on my list I now believe that I am completely capable of

2 thoughts on “living the dream

  1. wow..what a beautiful yet inspirational post dear…I always wanted to live in Spain…may be soon πŸ™‚ Have a lovely day with a beautiful smile πŸ˜‰

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