I feel like something has shifted. I had a dream last night that I just can’t shake. You know how the edges of a dream just stick in the corners of the day? One of those.

I dreamt about rescuing children again, of giving them a safe space to shelter from approaching danger, and for the first time, I woke without feeling that I hadn’t done enough or that I'd had to abandon them. I provided shelter and comfort and food and a safe respite from whatever evil they were running from, and I wanted them to stay, but it was okay that they moved on and took care of themselves and made it to safety. What I did was enough.

It feels like the dream exemplifies the shift in some way that I can’t articulate yet.