Me; through someone else's eyes

A dear friend wrote this of me...after I talked of making some fun looking vintage dresses.

"I dreamed a dream. I dreamed, and behold, I saw a woman clothed in a poofy, frilly, vintage dress, standing in a certain place with her face from her own house and a paintbrush in her hand. A great burden upon her back for she had many ideas in her head but could not tackle them all at the same time...to be continued...", she wrote.

I so often feel just like that! So many things I could do, would love to do, but how can I do them all?