In March, I dream of August.
It’s not the winter weather; I love all seasons. It’s not the work; I love the work.
August has two things I dream of in March.
- Spaciousness – a freedom of time I’m all too often missing in March.
- The Future – in March, I’m constantly focusing on the present or the very near future. In August, I’m free to dream of the distant future, of big projects I can imagine in March, but can’t think about.
What do you dream of when you dream of August?