I’ve been a daydreamer all of my life. I used my imagination to get me through the through the day. When I was a kid I would daydream about a happier life when our family bickered about this or that . I would daydream during class, walking home or a car trip. Growing up in the pre-internet era sometimes all you had was your imagination to keep you company. Getting lost in my own head was often preferable to reality.
I would daydream about most anything, books, travel or even the boy in math class. Sometimes my daydreams were pure fiction, sometimes about something I hoped would happen….what I would get for my birthday or who might ask me to dance at the eighth grade dance.
As a kid, my daydreams were often about things happening to me, someone getting me the perfect birthday present or having a peaceful Thanksgiving. As an adult, some of my daydreams are about me making things happen. I spend a lot of daydreaming about my garden. Some of my ideas I acted upon. When it comes to a garden, Mother Nature usually has a say in how your dreams play out.
Once in a while I step out of my somewhat cautious personality and act on an idea to do something wacky, like paint the bathroom orange.
I still daydream from time to time. I daydream about sometime owning a house by the water. I daydream about getting a cute red car. I daydream about living a long life with my husband, long enough to see grandchildren.