Bleuprint in the Making

Journal Entry 009: The Dream That Didn’t Rush Me

I don’t want dreams that shame me.

I want dreams that rock me to sleep.

That rise with me slow.
That don’t turn urgency into a personality.
That remind me becoming isn’t on a schedule — it’s a spiral.

Tonight, I’m dreaming without deadlines.

🖋 Reflection:

Write down one dream —
the one you’re too tender to say out loud yet.

Write it like it’s already here.

–Bleu