Last night I had a dream that I was flying a small airplane (about the size of a tiny car with wings). I was doing ok at the flying but couldn't seem to gain any altitude. I kept having to dodge buildings and fly under bridges. I looked around at the controls and realized I hadn't been trained on any of them. I had fleeting thoughts that I might crash, but as long as I didn't think about crashing, I was fine.
I remembered I was supposed to go to a conference. I looked at the map but couldn't figure out how to relate the map to what I was seeing from the air. I decided to land the plane to ask someone. When I landed, someone was standing there with my kids. They were going to the same conference, but they were going to drive. I had the thought, "Oh, I should fly my kids in the airplane. They would be thrilled!" But then I realized that it wouldn't be safe, since I didn't really know what I was doing.
I was still trying to figure out how to get to the conference in the airplane when I realized if I could find a compass in the airplane then I could fly in the right general direction and just land when I saw the big building. I looked in the plane but there was no compass. "That's odd," I thought.
I finally decided that it would just be safer to drive, and then I could spend time with my kids. We got in the car and drove off.
That's exactly how I feel right now. I want to fly. But there are so many obstacles. I can't seem to get any altitude. I haven't been trained. There is no one to tell me how to get from here to there. And is flying safe for my family?
(I'm contemplative but not depressed, because I've been sitting outside with my daughters for hours now in this awesome awesome day in Atlanta reading The Art of Asking, which is fascinating.)