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People who have their shit together are a mystery to me. How do they do this: come up with a good plan, follow it, and have the result turn out as intended? How does anyone accomplish this again and again over a lifetime?

Last night I had a dream that had such a sweet, simple moment, and felt so real. A man touched one of my fingers, and then he took my hand in his and held it with what I could feel was pure, unconditional love. There was no reservation in his touch, and no expectation that I would give anything to him other than what he had given to me. He was happy (“happy” seems like such a small word to convey the feeling) to just be with me. This touch said that nothing needed to be changed in me, mind or body,for him to want to share himself with me. He not only accepted, but desired me as I am. It was one of the most erotic dreams of my life, just holding hands with someone. Then I woke up. Damn.