Sometimes, I am very wrong.
My co-worker was speaking to his two-year-old son on the phone, asking if he slept well last night and if he had a dream.
The little boy said he had dreamed of monkeys and birds.
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How beautiful is that? What happens to us when we grow up? How come even in my dreams I am working and sad?
This made my day. Possibly my week.
I'm going to therapy. Like for my head and thoughts. I feel light and I smile. People say I'm nicer. I guess I was mean before. My therapist is funny and she laughs at my Horsey tirades. I am learning there are Horseys everywhere
The little boy said he had dreamed of monkeys and birds.
***
How beautiful is that? What happens to us when we grow up? How come even in my dreams I am working and sad?
This made my day. Possibly my week.
I'm going to therapy. Like for my head and thoughts. I feel light and I smile. People say I'm nicer. I guess I was mean before. My therapist is funny and she laughs at my Horsey tirades. I am learning there are Horseys everywhere