You’ve probably heard that if you dream you’re falling and don’t wake up before you hit bottom, you will die.

You may also have heard that life is but a dream.

A few years back I found myself free-falling into an abyss. I suppose I haven’t hit bottom yet. I’m still here.

It’s true, I was a bit discouraged with my station in life. On the outside I appeared successful. On the inside a battle raged. I had achieved a lot, I wanted less. All of those material acquisitions eventually become burdens. It was time for a change.

I suppose I asked for it. Change roared in. The media said it was the economy. The walls of my castle crumbled. Possessions were sold for pennies on the dollar.

It appeared that much of my life was built on shifting sand. My career evaporated. My network collapsed. One thing held firm, my family.

The hardest thing is the un-learning of all that worked in the past. I have no desire to replace what was lost. The spark that burns within seeks something fresh, a new dream, a new adventure. The struggle continues. I remain optimistic.