Usually, I am not the kind of person who puts stock in dreams. However, every now and again, I have one that is so vivid I feel like I belong on Medium. Last night I had one of those dreams.
In my dream, I was lying in my bed with my dog and I was stressing out over my current situation. (I do that every night.) While I was lying there, someone said to me to stop stressing out. (I almost killed them.) They said to remember that if you want something from life you have to give something. This person, who I did not actually see, and am not sure if it was male or female, told me to stop sitting at home and being depressed. They said that my job hunt left me plenty of time to give back to the community. If I am hoping to become a meaningful part of this community, I need to get out and be a part of it. They said I needed to volunteer to be a bell ringer for the Salvation Army, that I needed to give more food to Catherine’s food drive, and that I should think of at least one more thing by myself.
So I got up this morning, did what I always do, which is do my job-hunting, and then I did just what was in my dream. I contacted the Salvation Army and I have to go down there on Friday to learn bell ringer orientation and find out when and where I would be volunteering. Tomorrow I am going to send my donations over to Catherine’s school. I also contacted the Pal Humane Society about becoming a volunteer. I got that idea from Pam.
I am sure most of you are sitting around thinking I have finally flipped my lid. However, I figured, it could not hurt. Maybe I will be out volunteering and meet someone who has a fabulous job for me. At least it gets me out for a little while so I can get away from my depression.