I’m prone to engaging in a fair amount of daydreaming. Sometimes I imagine I have a green thumb and that, when I open my front door, I’ll step into a yard that resembles this one:
Other times, I will stare out my window on a dreary day and pretend I’m bound for some exotic or breathtaking location such as this:
Once in a while, I try to will my husband to become a wild romantic whose sole goal is to surprise me by conjuring up an idyllic evening set someplace warm and inviting like this table for two:
For the most part, these daydreams are harmless. They offer a temporary respite from the mundane matters of daily life. In those “lost” moments, I experience a tiny thrill, a feeling of hopefulness, and even, at times, a bit of inspiration. I also believe that these daydreams can become the foundation upon which real goals are built. Once you’ve visualized the fantasy, your mind automatically begins to think of the to-do list needed to make it happen. Goal + Plan = Reality, right?
The only time my daydreams can turn sour are when they are truly impossible, such as when I’m having a particularly bad “female pattern hair loss” day and wish I’d wake up with hair like this!My husband, on the other hand, is not one to daydream. He doesn’t see the point, and thinks it almost counter-productive. My daughter appears to take after him, too, because she never has an answer for any of my “If you could go/do/be….” questions. Fortunately, my son will play that game with me. In fact, he daydreams even more often than I do, which could become problematic in a different way.
Do you like to fantasize, or do you consider that a “waste of time?”