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:Screen Shot 2016-01-19 at 7.47.13 PM

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:Screen Shot 2016-01-19 at 7.48.01 PM

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:Screen Shot 2016-01-19 at 7.48.41 PM

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!Screen Shot 2016-01-19 at 7.52.40 PMMy 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?”