Day 15 | Dream Hopping
I kind of picture it like an attempt to hail a cab in the rain: standing at the corner, looking at all the taxis passing by, wishing I had an umbrella.
On the basis of principle that I survived college without one, I refuse to make the investment in an umbrella. Regardless, I was just standing on a corner in Manhattan drawing metaphors to cabs and dreams.
I come up with thousands of ideas a day, and today I was convinced that I was going to be an art teacher in a Florida high school, as long as it had a January term. Coaching soccer, running a photography club, and teaching entrepreneurship or English, my high school teaching career would land me with free summers where would write books in exotic places and probably in the Dominican Republic most weekends and holidays since it is just an hour and a half flight from Miami anyway. I had it all mapped out in my head and thought that a floral dress daily would be a great uniform. The air would be humid, and my hair would be curly.
Sometimes, I wonder if Mary had all these types of thoughts and dreams for her own life. She seemed rather surprised when Gabriel came and said, "Hail Mary, full of grace."
Hours later, after meeting a couple from South Africa at an event I photographed and receiving emails from my friend's mom, I have sights on Cape Town.
Clearly, between my emails to the bed and breakfast in the Canary Islands yesterday, Floridian high schools this afternoon, and Cape Town tonight, the question on where I shall live remains. Why not go to the other side of the world for a while?
Ruth told Naomi, "Where you go I shall go. Where you stay I shall stay."
A sentence that the Lord gave me when I was twenty was this:
Be where you are, but go where God calls.
"Be patient," He says.