When I'm 54

Because I write down my dreams, I've become aware that I'm running in my dreams these days.  Running for joy, speed, strength and freedom.  Running to use my muscles and my lungs.  Running in a limited but unobstructed space, either roundabout through interconnecting hallways or back and forth across a bordered field.  

I will be at the end of an obligation, when I realize I'm "alone" in the sense of having no further obligations and nowhere to be, and in that second I'll see where I am and think "now I can run!"  There are people here and there and everywhere, but I'm unobserved and solitary, apart, owing them nothing.  I get to really, finally, fully feel my body and just run.

In this morning's birthday dream, I'm at the end of an obligation and I think "now I can run!  But... let's see if I can run as well as I run in my dreams..." (insert some self-doubt here)

It takes a little extra concentration, because I don't believe I'm dreaming, so it's got to be harder in the real life I'm dreaming I'm in.  But I find that by doubling down on my focus and determination, I'm able to do what I do in my dreams, and it's liberating.

So that's where I'm at at 54.  I'm gonna run with it.