Set your goals high but not your expectations. ~Dove

Tuesday, April 26, 2011


I find myself daydreaming, more than usual.  I think 'what if' and fantasize about what could have been or what could be.  Sometimes I feel stagnant within my soul.  I'm happy on the outside, but sometimes I find myself drifting to another place.  I can't really pinpoint where that feeling comes from.  Maybe it's the change in seasons.  Warmer weather is creeping into the air and I'm getting that summer itch.  Our windows haven't really been open very long and I feel couped up.  I'm ready to wear summer skirts and strappy sandals.

I daydream of warm weather, warm grass, and super duper sunny days where the sun sends prickly heat sparks along my sunkissed skin.  I can smell the warmer weather from the ground.  The dirt is fragrant and I can smell the grass growing.  There are still no leaves on the trees, but there are blossoms blooming on other trees.  And if I was blind, the birds, crickets, and bull frogs would let me know that the seasons are changing.  Spring is in the air and summer cannot get here fast enough.
I've taken some time away from blogging.  Not because I don't have anything to say, but because I've taken the time to reflect.  To daydream. 
I've been reading books a lot more and I'm finding my daydreams have been catapulted into these books.  The Stephanie Plum series by Janet Evanovich.  If you haven't read them, well, all I can say to that is, why haven't you?  They are light, easy, quick reads.  I am reading them 1 book a week.  It's honestly, very entertaining, in the fictional sort of way.
After reading three Stephanie Plum stories, I'm taking a quick break to read The Help by Kathryn Stockett.  The Help is a very different story from the Plum series, but as equally entertaining, and I cannot get enough.  I'm finding myself constantly thinking about the book I'm reading, plus many more that I want to sink my eyes into.  I cannot read fast enough.  It's sort of horrifying at how hungry I am for it. 
I like to daydream at the library.  I take my lunch break from my other full time job, the one that gives me a paycheck, and I like to get lost in my library.  I wander the shelves and scan the titles, the authors, the covers.  I look for something to jump out at me.  I look for something that will transport me to another place, another time.  Fiction or non-fiction, it doesn't matter to me.  I usually read memoirs, those are my favorite reads.  But lately I find myself looking on any shelf.  Eleanor Roosevelt's Biography or Frommer's Disney World with Kids? 
I cannot wait to daydream.  I'm finding myself looking for time to daydream, and how long can I get away with daydreaming without it disrupting my actual life?  I enjoy my real-time life, but this daydreaming business has become just that:  business or hobby.  Would I be able to write that on my resume?  Avid daydreamer.
What do you daydream about?  And do you look for different ways to daydream too?

Friday, April 15, 2011

Stuck Behind the School Bus

Being 'stuck' behind the school bus can be irritating.  When you have a place to be at for a particular time, usually it's when you're running late, it's never convenient.  But I find myself directing my attention towards those kiddos running to the bus, and climbing the big steps and finding their saved seat by their best friend. 

Meanwhile the parents wait along the side of the bus stop with their coffee in hand and their faces not looking quite awake.  Some have cars parked at the edge of the road and the engine is running.  The parent waves to their child, but I never see if the child is waving back.  I'm stuck behind the bus.  But I see the parents waving and waving and waving.

I don't remember this being the scenario when I rode the school bus.  In fact, I don't remember any parent being at the bus stop waiting for the bus.  The kids even had a longer walk to the bus stop, which was usually along a busy main road.  And there were no parents there waving to us.  I actually don't think kids wanted their parents there.  It just wasn't cool, I suppose.

In a few years my kid will be entering first grade.  He's only 2 now, but I think about the day he'll have and the morning of his 'first day of school'.  Will he be nervous or just plain excited to actually ride the school bus.  He loves seeing those school buses riding around town.  He loves any bus actually: grey, blue, or yellow, it doesn't matter.  It's a bus.

He may prove me wrong and just have a melt down right there on the side of the road, with all the kids staring with their noses pressed flat against the window.  I may actually be that parent that skips the school bus option and drive my kid to school.  Maybe. 

Being stuck behind a school bus isn't fun.  But I do have fun imagining our future of those cool early mornings while waiting for the school bus.


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