My life as a metaphor

When life gets a little stressful, I have a recurring dream.

Today, I decided to analyze it in my head. It's a dream about working at Cracker Barrel again. As all of two of my readers know, I worked there for five years until they hired a bat shit crazy manager and I had to bounce.

Well, my dream is about me going back to work there amid many, many changes. In my dream, the kitchen has actually been remodeled - there are walls where there weren't walls before and I can't find anything because nothing is in its original spot, etc. Well, in last night's dream, I am given my original four-table, kick ass section, but for some reason, I can't seem to keep on top of them. I like to think I am a really good server, especially when I am busy, but in the dream, I am so busy serving the round table, then bouncing back and forth to two more, but constantly ignoring the fourth table. And in the dream, it happens over and over, with the tables complaining about my service and how I can't get to them fast enough.

I have decided this is a metaphor for my life. The four tables represent the four areas of my life (I am sure there are more than four, but bear with me). We have the work life, the school life, the love life and the social life. As a metaphor, that means that I am constantly ignoring one aspect at all times...and it may not always be the same one (although ignoring the love life is by choice - have you seen what I have to work with in this town?). I feel like I can't catch up no matter how hard I try.

I equate this dream with the common one - you know the one - where you are running from something and so fast and so hard, but no matter how fast or hard you are running, you can escape. This goes for swimming, too... All of them are metaphors for how your life is going and this dream is a metaphor for mine.

Honestly, I am getting the hang of the new life I have begun living - with the balance of school and work and freelance and studying, all finally coming together - but there are still portions of my life that should have some focus, but have a back seat. So, to my friends I have neglected, I am sorry. Things will get better. They have to. In the meantime, bear with me and I love you.