I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.
‭‭2 Timothy‬ ‭4‬:‭7‬ ‭NIV‬‬

I have a dream from which I wake with certainty that the race I’d been running has ended and that I’ve won.

The track hadn’t led me in directions I’d expected nor traverse exotic and beautiful stops along the way.

It didn’t begin as I’d hoped nor included all I’d wanted, but when it was over, I recognized the destination and it was better than I’d ever imagined.

Never knowing the route ahead, which had always been a source of fear and anxiety, turned out to be the most sensible of all the unknown paths I could have taken.

There was no checkered flag to notify those who’d always shared hopes for me, there were no spectators.

No floral wreaths or expensive champagne, as there was no winner’s circle in which to stand.

All my work was over.

I’d woken up to find it had been no dream at all.

While all along I’d been asleep, I was finally fully lucid and awakened for the very first and the very last time in my life.