Daydream Believer

readerskitchen
Jan 10, 2015
2 min read

"For a dreamer night's the only time of day" - Newsies

This afternoon I decided to go for a long, cold, winter's day walk. The twenty degree weather required some heavy layering, but I wanted some fresh air, some sunlight, and to take in the week's snowfall. But most of all, I wanted to take some time and get out of my head.

yes, that's my gloved finger in the top right

You don't know this about me yet, but I'm a big daydreamer. As a socially awkward insomniac introvert who has experienced her fair share of unpleasantness, I've always found a lot of pleasure and solace (as well as crazy) in my own thoughts. For as long as I can remember I have escaped into my own mind almost as if I live a double life.

I know there are many who say that daydream are missing out on life. That it's more important to be present in the moment. And I'm inclined to agree. However, on many occasions throughout my life, I've convinced myself that there's not problem whatsoever in my dream lives. I spend half of every day sleeping, trying to sleep, behind the wheel, or waiting for something/someone. There's nothing wrong with filling this time with adventure, romance, magic, and intrigue. My dream self is courageous, talented, and befriends many interesting people (most recently, Taylor Swift).

The way I see it, the problem exists when the dream life is preferable to the reality. When I'd rather pretend to be sick in bed than spend time with my family... Granted, time with my family will probably never measure up to a summer in the French countryside with my Italian soccer player husband...but I should never eschew real life experiences in favor of the ones that play out all alone in my never-ending imagination.