There’s this girl. She has this burning passion for life inside of her. Sometimes she wonders if others can see it. Sometimes she wonders why others can’t understand it when she explains it. Creativity fills her mind up so much that she often can’t get it all out before she forgets what she was thinking.

She lives in the city. Her loft apartment is filled with vibrant colors of yellows, oranges, reds, greens. She comes home everyday to one big open space. Black and white pictures of her family and friends adorn the red brick wall separating her kitchen and living area. She comes home from an amazingly fulfilling day at work and props her feet up on the coffee table with sushi in her lap.
It’s still daylight outside – time for a leisurely walk with her dog. The city surrounds her. Bookstores, coffee shops, bistros. Her choices are endless. Okay, maybe one Starbucks Frozen Mocha won’t hurt.
It’s time to end the day. Tomorrow will start again soon. As she tucks herself into bed she smiles at the beautiful photo of her mother staring back at her from the night stand. A wave of the homesick blues takes over her as she lies her head on the pillow.
Then I wake up.
As I spent the weekend in St.Louis I found myself thinking these thoughts over and over again. I have always dreamed of living the city life, yet I can’t imagine leaving the country life. As I stood in line for the Metro Link I thought to myself, I think I could do this. Sometimes I wonder if it’s just a dream or part of God’s plan.
I have never done things ordinary. As my best friend puts it, “Your circumstances have never been ordinary; they’ve always been extraordinary.” She’s right. So, here’s what I’m thinking: I could find my “spot” in the woods somewhere and just build a big metal building with my dream loft. It could be my city in the woods. I thank God for dreams and creativity. It keeps me going.