Are your hopes & dreams healthy, well & alive or do you keep them buried away in some musty old burlap sack, sinched tight with a smelly shoelace?

They were taken away years ago. But always remained in my head. Now I'm able to look at & review/update them. If I give up I start going backwards. There's still life in this old dog.
Patience & persistence.
I like the idea of supporting others with similar intentions.