Yesterday morning, I hiked with a friend and one of her sons. I’m not gonna lie, he slowed us down a bit. But he brought a lot to the hike, too. He told us about serial dreams and various nightmares, all in such detail as to give me the heebie-jeebies. This kid, whom I adore, is incredibly creative in ways I can’t even imagine. And he’s cool, to boot. Way cool.
On the drive home, I encouraged him to write down these wacky dreams. I told him to just put it all on paper and then push the notebook away. I told him he may find a brilliant nugget in those pages, when looking back at it in years to come. Hey, it worked for Tim Burton.
I don’t care that he slowed us down yesterday. Why should I? I got to hang out with one of the cool kids. And it was awesome.