#1 The power of a dream

When you dream about your future, do you believe that those dreams will come true? Or are they frivolous conjurings of wishful thinking that spackle the holes left behind by failed attempts or others' woundings? Or maybe your greatest fears along with the call to adventure packaged to look like bungee jumping with duct tape.

I dream a lot. In my sleep and in my wakefulness. Sometimes I share my dreams with others. Usually just my husband. My nighttime dreams are usually strange mixed up visions of what I talked about the previous day and what crazy thoughts my mind has twisted into an altered reality.

On a morning in early April, I had one of these altered reality predictions. It followed a week of crazy God-incidences. As a want-to-be writer, I often awake with topics or book ideas that have popped into my head, but are usually forgotten once I'm vertical.

This morning, I awoke with a strange premonition. I had begun a blog. Not so strange in this generation of blog-mania. It was the topic more than the mode that surprised me. I saw the title of this fanciful blog even in my fully awake existence.

"Why I Moved to Waco, Texas"

Say what? That's crazy. I live in Carlsbad - San Diego, California. WHY would I ever move to a place that conjures up images of almost everything opposite of what Southern Californians exist for - sand is for beaches not to empty out of boots, cattle are for Chic-Fil-A signs not your backyard, guns, well, you know what comparison looks like. Unless you're military, police, or in Compton, Southern Californians stare mouth agape at Texas-toting "packing-in-my-purse-Mamas." But that's a topic for another day.

So three short months later, I've begun said dreamt up blog.


A lot has happened to make my "dream come true." It's all unexpected and a bit inconceivable, but it has become a reality nonetheless.


Follow my family's path as we leave Vacationland to pursue Waco.