In the midst of life chaos and the reality of never truly feeling like I have my feet under me.... I spend brief moments picturing myself, convertible top down in my 1965 powder pink mustang (to be clear, this car doesn't exist... yet). But hey, dare to dream.

What do your dreams look like? I have realistic and tangible goals. I also have a tangled web of intricate thoughts and aspirations... we will see how it all plays out.

In the meantime, I am blasting "Free Fallin" by Tom Petty and I am visualizing so many exciting experiences that are just a little bit further down the road.