Carol was in my office the other day, talking once again about the dress shop she dreamed of opening. Carol, a mythical name, comes once a month to talk about how unhappy she is, and more importantly, to dream.
I asked her if she was dreaming or scheming about the shop.
She laughed. Then sighed. “Dream… at the moment…”
It was a dream because she hasn’t taken the trouble to work out any steps towa…
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