The home I forgot

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Ever have that dream where you have a house you forgot you had?  Or rooms you forgot were there, or a guest house in the backyard you just remembered you can use as your hideout?  I had a dream like that last night, but it wasn’t the usual sort.

I was returning to a house where I lived but felt like I hadn’t visited in awhile.  So excited to be there, I ran across the lawn and up to the front door where I paused momentarily because I knew the doors were locked.  Yep, I thought, trying the doorknob.  Not getting in today.  But then, wait a minute, I had my keys in my right coat pocket after all.  I hurried around to the side door after a short debate with myself over which door I should take.

Home I always had

The house was a two-story, like one of those newer style houses popular in the last thirty years (not too vague a description, is it?), but when I entered through the driveway door, I was back in the downstairs hallway of my childhood bi-level home in New Jersey.  My current cat Ally was there, and I briefly considered how long she had been waiting on me, since it felt like awhile since I’d last been home.  From time to time I have sick dreams like that, in which I have a baby I’ve been forgetting to feed.  The child or pet is usually fine — I can’t remember a time when it wasn’t — but it’s always a defining moment when I realize that huge responsibility I’ve been shirking.  When I started learning how to decipher dreams, I decided this recurring theme was an indication that I’m not taking care of myself in my waking life.  And it’s true.

This week hasn’t been more difficult than any other, I guess, but I have been more tired than I usually am.  As part of a New Year’s resolution to finish the novel I’ve been editing for more than four years, I first joined my writing group’s 31-day January challenge to make a goal of writing every day and then, to encourage myself along, volunteered to host weekday online writing sessions from 5:30 to 7:30 a.m.  I’ve accomplished all but one, so far, and it’s been awesome.  I’ve written/edited a lot and enjoy having that early-morning time when there’s nothing else going on that requires my attention. Nothing except for sleep.  Getting to bed by 9:15 at night is great in theory, but making it happen is a different story, especially on days when I work later than I’d like to and don’t get home until 9 p.m. (Thursday).

A solution might be moving the writing sessions to, say, 8 to 10 p.m., but there tend to be more obstacles to overcome at night.  I never have anything between 5:30 and 7:30 a.m. to get in the way of writing time.  Nobody ever calls that early, and my husband is usually still asleep.  By all accounts it’s a perfect plan — until a migraine strikes.

That’s the challenge, isn’t it? … balancing what I have with what I want, and deciding how reasonable it is to expect these things to balance out.

Finding out I have a bigger house than I realized is a combination of inspiring and depressing.  When I wake, I wish I had the dream house, but then I tell myself I already do — if I use what I have wisely.  It’s all there somewhere, hiding behind doors I have yet to open.


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