My dreams are like my writing. Even when they’re not about me, they are. In last night’s dream, a friend was in a high chair eating the entirety of a little birthday cake, with another one waiting.
It’s a reminder to mature, to move forward when I have learned what I can from a situation, a relationship, a job, whatever it may be. We can fill our lives with good things that we have outgrown, things that once served us, but no longer do.
We are forever growing into the fullness of love!