Ever wonder what happens while you sleep? I sometimes think about what the opposite end of the earth is doing as I lay in bed fighting the darkness. I am a night owl; I’m more productive at night and I think better when the lights are dimmed.

My bed is second in comfort level on the list of beds I’ve slept in, but I don’t want to lay down yet. I’m up – thinking. Wondering what the next page of my short story holds.

The other day someone asked me what I wanted to be when I was a child. I had to think about it for a second, because I don’t reminisce about my childhood that often and probably should.

An architect. It took me about forty seconds to come up with my answer, which seems like a long time, but when you’re on what will turn out to be a two-and-a-half hour phone conversation, it’s really just a wrinkle in time. (Good book if you ever get a chance to read it).

My sarcastic answer for the same question is “rich.” I always dreamed of all the cool toys I could buy as an adult if I were rich…I still dream, but about other stuff.

I don’t have a lot of money, I’m still working toward that aspect of my life and I’m in no rush, because the ride there is the most challenging and most rewarding part. I’m also no architect, though I frequently add to the AutoCAD version of my dream house.

I don’t know what happens next, but I will eventually find out and knowing that puts me in a comfortable place. Perfect timing because my bed is four feet behind me and it, as I mentioned earlier, is also a comfortable place.
Win-win.