Yesterday, in my feed, a story from 2015 appeared. I do not know what caused me to click on it, but I did. I believe somehow, it was sent to me for a reason. A reminder.
Eight days ago, I published this:
This morning, I wrote and published what I considered a mess of a story. It touched on leaders and followers, meandered into Green Bay Packers football territory (weird?) and came to an awkward end.
PINTEREST!
Dreams. What do they mean? Do they really mean anything? Are they a sign?
Do this. Don’t do that. Run from the lion. Move back to your old house. Study the lines before you go on stage.
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