I woke up this morning with a dream lingering in my mind.

I used to be a big doodler. As far back as I can remember, I would scribble, sketch and draw at every available opportunity.

I’m not very mature.

A bit deep, but not mature.

‘Just let it go’.

That’s a pretty common expression we hear all the time, right? Usually said in that casual way, as though ‘letting go’ were the easiest thing in the world to do.

I don’t always write for other people. In fact, most of what I write never gets seen by anyone’s eyes other than my own. Creativity needn’t always be for display. It can often be deeply personal.

So, I’m standing in line at the grocery store checkout last evening with my wife, Jess, and this couple behind us are looking at our groceries on the conveyer belt and they do something remarkable. They start talking to us.