I had a dream a few weeks ago that I was traveling North on the 101 on a unicycle at the speed of 70 mph. The wind was in my face (somehow I was cool with no windshield) and I kept thinking, "I can't keep going this fast, I can't keep going this fast." And so I got off the freeway even though I hadn't yet arrived at my destination. I was scared I would crash and then never reach it. Sometimes I'm not sure if life is moving that fast, or if it's me. Everything is coming at me and it's all I can do to look for an off-ramp. The closest I can get to one involves spending far too much money at the Nine West, Targae, or the MAC counter. All I can say is that there are places I'm destined to arrive at whether I want to or not and it takes all the courage I can muster to stay on the road.

Just for today, I can have the courage to travel at the speed of life.