Sobbing, I woke up from a terrible dream. I dreamed that I walked into my office showroom and found it was empty. One of my managers sold everything because they were looking to close the store. Slowly, I walked to my office. The strange thing is that the only piece of furniture in my office is a big bed with white coverings. I climbed in and cried. Before I knew it, all my employees were crying and hugging. When I woke up, my face was full of tears. This is one of the dreams that makes you exhausted and makes your body exhausted. Hey, this is Monday. I forced myself to get out of bed, go to the office, and prepare to participate in the last team meeting.
Over time, I thought about the way the company started 27 years ago. Boyfriend [later my husband, now my predecessor] and I once dreamed of owning and operating a successful business. Our dream is to play a role in the community, dreaming of setting up a huge showroom, dreaming of success and happiness. My mind is full of confident tape ideas. I remember all the odd jobs we did during college and worked long hours for our own company. We put the shelves in the grocery store and went in and out of the refrigerator to get frozen food. We act as gatekeepers, pool cleaners, yes, as a beloved food promoter for grocery stores. Oh, how much I hate this job, but it costs $50. Nostalgic, how do I fight when I think about how hard we work, how do we feel our concern for this company. Our family supports and believes in every step of our way, even lending us capital to do business. Our children have grown up in this industry as installers and telemarketers. This is our second family.
Wow! Where did the time go? On such an emotional day, I thought of how a precious dream can become a nightmare. It's hard not to become bitter. Occasionally, the angry thought flashed, followed by the sad thoughts of tears flowing down my cheeks. The strange thing is that a little sudden, excited thoughts have appeared. The miracle I am waiting for is not a crazy buyer competing to buy the company, but the miracle is that the goalkeeper is closed. I started my chapter. May 22, 2017, the day before my mother's 59th birthday. That is a sign. feels good. It feels good and very good. I thought, smiling. "This is a new day! This is the first day of another person's life!"
Orignal From: Divorce dream
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