A Dream is a Delicate Thing

I feel it perched on my palm, light and soft as moth wings,

This living hope that’s come to rest, to maybe

Make a home within my heart and become something real.

I hold my breath and wait,

Scared that even the slightest movement

Will send it fluttering away.

This dream, this wish,

This want that I’ve held since childhood,

Now sitting just within reach,

Cupped between my open fingers,

Fragile with possibility.

Careful, don’t hold it too tight!

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Hello friend. I’m sitting on the biggest news of my creative career right now. I can’t say what it is yet, but it’s a dream level, something-I’ve-been-wanting-since-I-was-eight-years-old type of wish.

Part of me is scared that it could somehow still vanish and all slip away. I’m holding it close to my heart like a secret, until it feels safe enough to share.

If all goes well, I should be able to say more in the next couple of weeks.

Until then—

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