...but, for now, I just wanted to say hi. This little compose box provided by Blogger is such a familiar and comforting space. I missed it here.
Today I met a girl from Chicago who is writing a book about people living their dreams. She's interviewing strangers Studs Terkle style and is attempting to capture the "everyday" moments of their lives. Judging by the thickness of the folder she was carrying around (and pulled out of her bag to show me), it's a pretty serious project. I met her while working at the garden shop and the whole time I felt like she was trying to gauge me; she was trying to figure out if I was living my dream. If I was, then I suppose she would want to interview me. I kept waiting for her to ask: "Are you living your dream?" But instead she asked if she could come back on Saturday.
Which made me wonder: Am I living my dream?
Which made me wonder: How do you know when you are?
Which made me wonder: Can living your dream be all inclusive?
Because if it can, then (geez) I guess I am.