I’m a dreamer. Always have – always will. You might now think, “well that’s not the most special trait someone can have”. True. It’s not – and I’m sure that some of you might even be like me. Or at least that’s what I tell myself. However, it’s still something that influences my life and defines me as a person.
Monday morning. I get out of bed, grab me a cup of coffee and sit down on the stairs to fully wake up and tackle the day. Somehow I close my eyes and start to drift into another world. My dream world. A world that’s not so different from the one I actually live in. Ok honestly, it’s pretty much the same world but with some slight changes here and there. Suddenly the doorbell rings and the postman delivers me a huge surprise package filled with flowers and other things I love. Sometimes my mother calls me to tell me she’s won the lottery. Other times I simply imagine that it’s a sunny day and I have nothing on my agenda. Occasionally it’s just a piece of cake innocently sitting in the fridge, waiting to be eaten for breakfast.
Then my eyes flutter back open again and I have this numb feeling in my stomach. Disappointment. Disappointment, because the world actually isn’t how I imagine it to be. Disappointment, because once again did I let my imagination trick me into thinking the world is full of sunshine and sparkle (and cake). And somehow, again, I let this tiny little bit of disappointment ruin my mood/day.
Thing is: I am actually aware of the fact that I’m only daydreaming. I know that the world isn’t always lovely and sometimes it’s one hell of a struggle for each and every single one of us. I realize that my expectations are extremely high and usually end up in me being let down by the universe. But somehow I cannot control the struggle in my voice when my boyfriend asks me what’s up because I’ve been sitting on the stairs , frozen in place, for much longer than I should have. Somehow I just cannot escape this mind-palace filled with awesome surprises and fulfilled dreams.
But then again, even though my dreams usually lead in me being disappointed by reality, I actually love being a dreamer. It’s who I am! And it’s also what motivates me to reach for the stars. To dream big and do whatever I can to turn into the person that I am in my dream world. I’m a dreamer – and I’m hella proud to be one. You know why?
Because I believe in my dreams!
Have you ever experienced something like this? And what do you think about posts like this on Miss Getaway?