As I was going up the elevator to the second floor where I work, I had a little how-dee-do with one of my co-workers:
Him: “Hi, how are ya?”
Me: “I’m good. How about you?”
Him: “Oh, just living the dream.”
Living the dream? I asked him what his dream was, and he said vaguely that the dream is what you make it. That made me wonder, as we walked out the elevator and I went to my work area. Hm, what is my dream?
I guess I would say, being happy. But that would be vague, right? It could be anything and maybe everything you can think of. If I would be more specific, I would say this:
Seeing my daughter’s eyes light up as I walk in the door.
A butterfly kiss.
A simple touch on my hand, just telling me that he’s there.
A call from a long-lost friend.
Picture-taking with loved ones.
A stroll around the neighborhood.
Giggling so much you can’t stop.
There is so much more to “living the dream”. How do you live yours?