Dream

In the dream, I am in the basket of a hot air balloon looking down at my mom, who is not far, on the ground. We’re each holding the end of a thick rope. I can feel myself rising. I let go of the rope. The balloon rises quickly. My mom looks very small now. I feel sad.

I feel sad now even writing it. I think it’s got something to do with giving myself permission to succeed.

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