“Whatcha doing?”

“I’m planning”

“Whatcha planning?”

“My dreams”

“You can’t do that.”

“Watch me” Whitney sat among piles of magazines. She cut pictures from the magazines and carefully placed them in a photography book. For over an hour she fiddled away cutting and placing the pictures.

“How is this mess going to organize your dreams?”

“It’s called a portfolio. The sign at the bank read: Design your portfolio and manage your dreams.”