Don't Quit Your Daydream
When I was a kid I did my daydreaming under a shade tree on an old quilt pallet complete with Tag and Panda, my grandpa's panting dogs, a jelly glass full of kool-aid and a platoon of annoying insects.
Daydreams I had. Big giant daydreams, I did not. I believed as Alice in Wonderland did:
Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said. “One can’t believe impossible things.”
“I dare say you haven’t had much practice,” said the queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
I didn't know what the Red Queen knew. I thought that I was in charge of my daydreams, that if daydreams were to come true, I had to make it so. What can a little girl from the country with few resources do? Somehow I believed that dreaming small meant not having to live with great disappointment because dreams came true in fairy tales not in real life.
What crap!
Now I know if I don't dream it, it sure won't become a reality.
These days, my big giant daydreams take place in air conditioned luxury with a sleepy cat nearby and a journal to write it down in so I can remember them and be amazed that when they come true I often had little to do with the most perfect outcome.
What daydream do you have that needs a reminder that you can dream your way to a better reality?
What ever you do, "Don't Quit Your Daydream."
Hugs,
Diana