I had a lovely dream last night that gave me hope for my sanity. I dreamt that I had moved once again and was in a school. I asked to exchange one of my classes for a dance class and they did. It seemed like a school of the arts. I realized that it was always so important for me to dance. Which makes sense of my grief knowing I can't dance like I once did.
But...I realized that moving from place to place so often in my childhood may have helped prepare me for the eternal changes in this body and in this life. I constantly change as I age and need to adapt. I think my childhood keeps me do that.
It was a small but happy awareness. I will adapt. I will make this life my own.
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