The rays of the morning sun slowly dispersed the fog of dream. I struggled to keep my eyes closed. My mind was adrift on the sweet memories of childhood, and I wanted to hold on to those blissful feelings as long as I could.
You have been there before.. haven’t you? Your mind slowly moving between the state of dream and awake but, try as you might to change course, the irresistible current of reality leads you to awake.
You will probably laugh, but my dreams this morning took me back to childhood memories of wrestling. I started training at age five, and some of my fondest thoughts center on the thirteen years I spent in the sport.
…my mom waking me up and driving long hours to a match.
…wrestling with an inner ear infection and barely being able to stand up.
…throwing my opponent and ending up with a concussion.
…winning the betting pool for fastest pin… a LOT!
…road trips with friends.
…so so many more!
In some ways, I feel alone in my memories—their nostalgic bliss feels hollow in the light of day. So while we cannot share in the memories themselves, I know we can share in that feeling of joy that comes in remembering. When you are traveling in that place between dream and awake, what are the memories that bring you the most joy?