I’m a daydreamer.
My mind is my playground.
While others live in reality, dealing with real problems and situations that arise, I stick my head in the sand and daydream.
At work, I fantasize about home.
At home, I fantasize about vacation.
On vacation, I fantasize about looking great in a bikini.
One of my recurring daydreams involves me being a writer. You know, someone who actually gets PAID to write. I envision a leisurely workday of steaming coffee on the desk, sitting at a computer, not interacting with people unless I choose to, while beautiful, moving, riveting stories flow from my fingertips and land right smack dab on the bestseller list. I usually have this fantasy during the school year when I have a class full of darlings pulling on my skirt tails, tattling because someone cut them in line, while their forefinger is buried in their nose up to its knuckle.
But I must say, this summer alone, I have learned that I do not think I have it in me to be a writer or anything else that doesn’t require punching a clock and a puposeful task to complete. I am unmotivated. I cannot make myself do anything. Shaving my legs is a chore these days. I realize my blog has been rather quiet and I offer this explanation. My life is boring and I’m lazy. There.
I yearn for interaction. I haven’t left my house in days. I doubt my car will start on Sunday when it’s time for church.
My days oscillates between watching the Casey Anthony trial and working jigsaw puzzles, with lots of lying on the couch and eating in between.
One constructive task I do each day is the evening chores. But two days in a row, I left the door open to where the alfalfa is stacked and the horses wandered in and were having a hayday (no pun intended). After running the horses out, and shutting the door, my husband gently reprimanded me. “Are you firing me?” I asked hopefully. “No,” he replied, “if not for the chores, then you really would do nothing all day.”
Here’s to summer!
But when does school start?
I need a job.
And a bunch of kids pulling on my skirt tails.
Angel Wheeler 
It sounds as if you’re not being mindful. Try focusing your attention in the moment, no daydreaming allowed until nightime, lol, that didn’t sound right, lol.
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No, it didn’t sound right, but I got it still. Thanks for the advice.
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Oh, I so know what you mean. I have so many scenarios running around in my head as well as book titles… but, alas, not motivated enough to do the hard work it takes to be really successful. I would like to be at least an A- personality!!
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Me too, instead I’m an F.
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Never give up your dream of writing……… a bestseller! You are very good at writing, and have a real talent for it!!!!!!!!!! We all fall into slumps, for no reasons at all! You’ll get through it, and soon be good as new! What? Watching T V all day? You never used to do that! (That’s my job.) I love you soooooooo much!
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Love you too Mama.
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You are having a vacation at home, that is all. Just days filled with simple pleasures and lazing about. Sounds like fun. Keep having a good time, because it will be over too soon, and school will be on again. 🙂
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Yes, I watched Eat, Pray, Love today again, and there is a part where the Italians call it “the sweetness of doing nothing”.
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I’m lazy, too. And my daydreams? They surround a boring life of being lazy all day long. I’m to the point where I lack motivation to write a post and read the posts. *sigh* I hate that. A summer slump, perhaps.
I long for the cool nights of Fall.
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Hoping it’s only a summer slump too.
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I just posted for the first time in a month because sometimes the thought of sitting upright in a chair for more than two minutes to do anything other than steady the sour cream on the arm of the couch for my homemade nachos is too much to bear :). I really enjoyed this post! Thanks for making me sit up for a moment. Now, I need a nap.
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Ha!! That’s great.
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I happily found you through Lenore Diane’s blogroll and I’m so glad I did. 🙂
I’m all for daydreaming. Without it, life would be a bore.
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