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Something will come. It always does, it always will

It’s been a strange experience these past couple of weeks. I’ve been going back through all of my old writings while working on the book and finding piece after piece that I didn’t have the guts to click “publish” on

Somewhere in the middle: the figurative hotel room

 Side note: I was going through my files and found this – something that I was going to put in the book two years ago and decided not to. But perhaps I needed to hear it today. Two phrases of

Thoughts on shopping, bling, and being giraffes

“This is all trash. Look at this, this dress is damaged. Why are we even looking here? Hmph, such trash!” I cocked my head to the side to inconspicuously listen to the middle-aged couple arguing at the end of the

My Goal to Fail More (but not with the hair)

my infamous wave bangs in the nineties

I was singing at church a few weeks ago and my vocal chords weren’t quite up to par, to put it mildly.  I should have known better than to pick the song where I had to belt out the verses. 

Am I feeling carnation pink, electric lime, or pine green?

a rainbow of crayons

Have you ever noticed that kids are curious? Overwhelmingly so. Life is a big adventure full of unlearned knowledge and endless questions.  I remember in first grade I stuck a crayon way up my nose, just to see what would

I wanna be a…*giggle*…never mind

I was rummaging through my backpack this week. I hadn’t used it in over a year – not since I stuffed it full of granola bars last spring and went off on a random adventure.  Anyway, I got to the

Kinda vs. The little old church lady

I know it’s been a while. I’ve been in Nashville and spent the better part of a week on the road. Turns out it isn’t as easy to drive…ummm….70mph and write a blog as I thought 😉 While I was

Up! Up! and…away? (oh please, just far away)

A few years ago, one of my instructors at OSU did his dissertation on something called “escalation of commitment” (no it has nothing to do with puttin’ a ring on it…).  It stuck around in my mind, and it’s helped