Confetti

Last night I dreamt I was on a gameshow. 

The task I was given required me to remove thousands of pieces of gold confetti from the shallow end of a swimming pool. It was both an infuriating, and ultimately, futile assignment. Every time I went to raise my cupped hands from the water, the sparkling flecks would slip through my fingers. 

Without dragging Freud into this too much, I suspect I was wrestling with that age old quandary of how best to capture the opportunities given to me. I often feel this way at the beginning of the academic year, when the time ahead is a fresh new page filled with hope and possibility. 

Reach out and grab a fistful of whatever comes your way. Life is for living. 

"How much I missed, simply because I was afraid of missing it." – Paulo Coelho