Mine was just a dream…or so I thought. At that time in my life I was very depressed and pregnant with my second child. I dreamed of an empty classroom with sunlight streaming in and I felt happy in the dream. So happy. And then I woke up with a longing I didn’t know I had, which was to go to college. So I enrolled and gorged on the courses, pregnant and with a four year old besides. That dream ultimately led me, sixteen years later, to my current profession as a psychotherapist. The thing of it is you often never know until later, much later, just how defining certain moments can be. Sometimes a dream really is a dream.
That was my first defining moment. So think about it, if you will, and tell me…what was yours?