If you haven’t already, please read the introduction post. That will give you context for this page.
“Your head’s in the clouds again, isn’t it?â€
From a young age, it was clear that my daydreaming was problematic.
Daydreamers don’t pay enough attention to adults.
Daydreamers don’t concentrate enough on grown up things.
Daydreamers rudely live in a world that others can’t access.
Daydreamers are impractical.
Daydreamers are too easily distracted.
Shame on us!
Shame on us?
I don’t think so.
Daydreamers don’t stay needlessly trapped in a mundane world.
Daydreamers are the visionaries who change our world with their innovations and inventions.
Daydreamers are the ones who push on for big goals because that daydreaming helped them grow deep roots that would let them survive trials.
Daydreamers are the artists, able to transport even the non-daydreamers to other worlds because they (the daydreamers) have spent time in those worlds though their bodies are trapped in this one.
Daydreamers are accessing a little more magic and, therefore, a little more joy, even if that joy isn’t what you see as joy.
So, yes, indeed, I am unabashedly a daydreamer. And the older and busier I get, the more decadent and nourishing my daydream time is. I wallow in that as often as possible. And I’m not inclined to apologise, much less feel ashamed. I love my inner world too much to sully it with unnecessary shame.
p.s. My head isn’t in the clouds; it’s in the stars and in entirely other worlds.
Cross-posted to the Not Ashamed section of my site (so that it’s all tidy).