Do you daydream?

Did you ever daydream as a kid? I wanted to be an Olympic gymnast (Nadia Comaneci to be exact). Or a princess. When I got into high school, I used to daydream about living at the beach, driving around in my jeep with the top down and my surfboard in the back just living the dream. (Ummm…I don’t surf…but it didn’t have to be realistic, right?) A daydream is a series of pleasant thoughts that distract one’s attention away from the present. And usually – in the natural – it’s more of a wish. Something we wished would happen but isn’t likely to. I still daydream, but I do it a little differently these days.

When your heart is broken…

Nothing hurts quite like a broken heart. This always seemed a bit strange to me because a broken heart is not even a tangible thing. It’s strictly emotional. I broke my foot a few years back but didn’t know it was broken. I walked on it for 5 weeks before I finally broke down and had it checked out. It hurt. A LOT! Excruciating…But I’ve had broken hearts that have hurt a lot worse and a lot longer than that foot ever did. There isn’t a surgical procedure for that hurt. No pain pills. Nothing medically you can do. No doctor saying, “Four to six weeks of this treatment, and you’ll be right as rain.” What do you do when your heart is broken?

Where am I going?

I love a good vacation. A nice road trip. Pack up the car. Start singing some of those traveling songs…a little John Denver. A little Willie Nelson. Take me home country road or on the road again. (You know you’re singing them in your head. You’re welcome!) Now, I’m a planner. When I take a trip, I like to have it mapped out. I have a destination in mind. I make a plan. We plug the address into our GPS and follow those directions. (I don’t like her to yell at me, “Recalculating!”) We pack our clothes and food for the car and the kids pack their car bags with books and iPods and chargers and everything they’ll need while we travel. I don’t even mind stopping along the way to hit the outlets or the Bass Pro Shop or whatever we see because at the end of the day, I know where we will end up. At the destination. It’s in the GPS. I don’t have to wonder where we’re going. I can see it right on the map. Now, you can’t plan for everything, and sometimes there are detours, but at the end of the day, our GPS will get us there! I know I’m not the only planner out there. Who can relate? I wonder if Joseph could…..
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