In my dream, I had walked out the door. There was a little child who chasing a large winged creature. He was so happy. (The child…not the creature!) I walked back in the building with this sense of trepidation. I met with the editor of the paper. He spoke to me about me “making money” writing and left the room. I looked at the ledger board and I knew what I was making. I also knew what another was making. I felt this sense of competition rise up. Instantly, I judged my feeling. I refused to let myself be cajoled or dragged into someone else’s urgent place or even their thought process. Continue reading Trading Your Peace? Consider The Consequences. →