I'm having a love/hate relationship with blogging these days. On one hand I love the sense of a community it provides. On the other hand I feel like it's a big distraction, or rather a huge temptation to goof off and not get any real work done. If I had more free time it wouldn't be such a big deal, but I can't help thinking I should be writing instead of blogging.
In the past few weeks three different people have told me that I appeared in their dreams. In the first, I provided nourishment. In the second, I was pregnant. And in the third, I was young and carefree.