Dreaming. Doing.

when I fly in my dreams, it is more like i am swimming than moving like a bird. hands reaching in front of me, cupping the air and pulling my body forward toward my destination. and it is silent. free of distraction. i'm peacefully gliding. unencumbered. smiling. free.

i had this feeling today as i left today for the airport; the first step on my journey to egypt. i dreamed about this trip for years; prepared for it for months. and, now, it begins. it doesn't really feel real just yet. but it feels good. no more anxiety. i'm doing it.