“Oh, I could hide ‘neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six o’clock alarm would never ring.
But six rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
. . .
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer . . .” by John Stewart, performed by the Monkees
Last night, as I was scrubbing the stuck on linguini off the colander, it occurred to me: It has been years, and I mean YEARS (maybe in the 10 year range), since I last engaged in daydreaming. I don’t mean a momentary drift off into “lala” land as one gazes at the clouds. No, I mean, a full daydream of the joyful and involved type, where I dream about a future scenario for myself. I would act it out in my mind and find the words, responses and situations that would bring me the most joy.
Definitely, in the past few years I have engaged in thought processes that in some ways mimic daydreaming, but they all fall short on one vital component. They are negative, anxiety-filled musings of the mind. They are the kind that make me say to myself, “Stop! Think of something positive.” I quickly identify the thought as “anxiety” and attempt to fill my mind with comforting thoughts and my heart with Reiki.
However, daydreaming, at least for me, is different. It is positive, fun and sometimes inspirational. It can be an anchor to my truest desires and aspirations. If I can find the time to daydream again, it may be the key to answering the question that I just can’t seem to answer lately, “What do I want for my future professionally?” I have many general ideas that incorporate my skills and experiences and I know what I enjoy at work and what I don’t. The clarity of it is missing. The vision, the mental visual acuity, is missing. Perhaps I will find it again in daydreaming.
Do you daydream? Do you find it helpful and empowering?