It’s 8:48 am when I started typing out this post.
I have just woken up from a 4-hour sleep, with my mind in a good place after having dreamt of something that brings warmth and comfort to my soul. For context, I’ve been reading this series consistently over the past month whereby the characters are serving a fictional military – so a lot of terminology gets thrown around; Intel, assassination squad, strike force specialists, and etc.
In my dream I was a young woman who doesn’t show her face often, wears baggy clothes to hide my (not obese but) pudgy figure in the sea of extremely fit men and women soldiers, and works as a cafeteria server. Now, normally cafeteria jobs and other more mundane posts are reserved for either older people or veterans that became incapacitated during combat, but for some reason (not incapacitated) I am there having this job.
Anyway, what’s on theme is that I often look at myself as a failure who can’t stand on her own in life and that translates into the mannerisms that I have in this dream.
The best part was this moment when I was trying to help skin some potatoes and cut some veggies up that a squad member came in and decided to give a chit chat about their interest in finding a blacksmith to mend their weapons. Obviously people thought I don’t know anything, but I have heard loads of things just by standing and being present in the cafeteria. I recommended a place, and gave them a message alongside some small food gift to give to the blacksmith.
This part struck me because while I might have always thought of myself as being useless and hopeless, I might not literally be one. I have learnt a lot just by being present, and I was able to provide useful help and guidance as though I am the best older sibling in existence. Someone who can be useful to others, and actually be capable in this life.
Weird thing to say, but this has been an eye-opener to me in a long while. I might come back in to edit this post again, or maybe not.