A vacation is not always the best time to make decisions about puzzling problems. At least twice during 1984 I made that attempt, only to find when I returned to my normal routine that my decisions did not make sense.
Written upon reflection, two years subsequently, “It is easy to plan when very rested, as I was during that Christmas. But the unreality of my thinking gives me pause for thought.”
When I awaken with a certain idea, I wonder if my subconscious has served up a message.
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Sometimes I have a dream in which everything is working. Everything makes sense! Then, when I wake up, it makes no sense at all.
Interesting! I hope the dream does actually make sense on some level. Love, Celia