Every morning brings something new and oftimes crazy. Because that’s the world right now. In betwseen scratching my head and it exploding, I manage to get through the day by writing. This message from the Universe showed up not long ago and it struck a chord.

Silver, would there be any point in giving you the gift of imagination, the freedom to think as you choose, and dreams that set your soul on fire if even a single one of them couldn’t come true?

I think not.

I love you too, too much.

Tallyho,
The Universe
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Silver, think of the implications.

My imagination is my saving grace these days. I can dive into my made-up worlds with my made-up characters and dream their stories, writing them down and making them sound cool so others might want to read their stories too. In addition, despite a huge effort by some, I still have the right and ability to think for myself, to think what I want to think. And I can dream. Oh, baby, can I!?! Not sure if they can still come true under current conditions. But hey, they’ll be there. They won’t die and maybe someday…the possibility is there. In the meantime, the implications are amazing!

This is part of the attitude that makes a writer. We don’t give up on dreams and thoughts and imaginations. In fact, we rely on them. And you know what? I wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. Even on the really-REALLY bad days. So thanks, Universe. I love you too.