I've been wrestling with the idea of when/whether it's okay to give up on your dreams because by inaction, I am giving up. It might actually be the right thing to do (or at least a right thing to do). It might be time to choose new dreams or just focus on the present and survival. To be honest, I really want to be wrestling with this on the page, but I've been in too much pain to type nearly enough. So I put it off until next weekend, hoping I'll be in less pain, but I never am, and there is always something else that should be done that will make me hurt more, too much to type.
Feeling a tad claustrophobic with the jettisoning of dreams and the closing in of forces beyond my control and consequences that shouldn't be mine to deal with and the usual same old same old. My asthma is the reason it's hard to breathe, but you'll forgive me the melodrama of wondering if dreams are like oxygen and letting them go leads to slow asphyxiation of something.
Unfortunately, sometimes it's too hard to hold onto things I should hold onto anymore, hard to tell the difference between what is baggage weighing me down, sinking me, and what is anchoring me to something solid and sheltering, so I don't blow away in all this weird midwestern stormy weather.
Adulthood sucks, sometimes, children. Hang onto your dreams for as long as you can.