Dream big baby – and chase that mother fucker down like it’s the last bus of the night. 

Maybe trying to keep my mortgage is a big dream, but I managed to get through another flaming hoop. Last week I scored a huge victory by going in front of a board of a provincial government panel of judges to hear out my case for why I feel my property value should be higher. When I got my assessment it was about 40K lower than what I have it mortgaged for. I researched, I got great advice from Misty, I put my notes together and stood up at my little table, facing the board, with the assesment crew at the table beside me, ready to present their reasons. I won. And now the value of my house is 1K more than my mortgage which makes me a much better loanee in the eyes of the bank. Less risky. 

Maybe hoping for Misty to love me back is big dream.

Maybe hoping for more time with her/him is a big dream.

But fuck it. I’m shooting for the moon.