I dreamt that I was riding my bike to work. I seemed to have moved to a smallish coastal town for a new job. It wasn't a small town company though. I think they did some high tech research. It was nice, we liked what we did and believed in what we did. A good group.
I came to a fork in the road. I could go the quick way on the pavement as I usually had done, or I could go down a small sea grass lined path down to the beach, get some nice hot cocoa from a car there and then take a scenic and more extensive ride. It was a cold morning and being bundled up and stopping for something warm sounded wonderful, and I was thinking I should be enjoying these small pleasures of different pathways... Guilt crept up in my stomach.. but shouldn't I make sure I'm on time? just get to it?
I don't know which way I chose.
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