My Someday

Sitting on the back porch, trying to catch a breather from the piles of work I have to complete, the impending deadlines screaming as loud as the high-pitched voices of my two children. 

My daughter rides down the street adjacent to our backyard, mumbling a story to herself, so enwrapped in her pretend characters that she no longer recognizes the real world. Home and mom, just feet away, are buried beneath miles of dusty alien wastelands, enviable magical powers, and intimidating but not indomitable creatures. 

And I’m thinking I may have found the subject of my “someday” PhD. 

#ThePowerofStorytelling

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