I remember in my first marriage when I was so miserable I would make up day dreams. They got me through my days. I would pretend “mr right” was knocking on the door to come get me for some grand day out. I would just dream about anything, anything that kept my mind off the hell that I was living.
I wonder when I stopped doing that? I started taking life way to serious the past 20 years or so. Is that growing up? Humm? Maybe that is why I don’t day dream anymore because I am 48 and I am suppose to be all grown up.
I don’t feel 48. I really don’t. I do feel like i haven’t lived my life. Or, at least a happy life. Which is of my own doing. The choices I made. I settled for less. I was in fear half the time that I couldn’t do this or that, or that I didn’t deserve this or that. I really let meself down. Now half my life is over. Actually, more than half cause I am a smoker. Ha ha! Our family doesn’t have anyone that lived very long so if I want to make my life meaningful I better get busy pretty soon huh?
Days dreams………. what would I day dream about now? At 48 what would I want to do in a day dream?
Well…see…he doesn’t know it yet, but Kenny Chesney is my 3rd husband. <laughing hysterically here> Let’s go with this ok? Just humor me a little. Let me day dream here.
See, he seems to be the type of guy I would love to have in my life. Not because he is some big singer and has money. Money means nothing to me. I have been poor and I have had enough that I didn’t have to worry for anything so money is just whatever. It is the fact that what he does, he does because he loves it. He goes out there and performs and sings no matter what (even when he catches his foot in an elevator). He doesn’t want to disappoint those fans. He is good at what he does because he “loves” what he is doing. That makes a big difference in life you know. You can make all the money in the world, but if you arn’t happy with what your doing why bother?
And, when his work is done he goes and retreats. He takes his band and they go and relax. This is where my day dream starts. ha ha
I love the coast. Any coast. Warmer ones are nicer. I hate the cold. I wish I could describe the feeling I get when I get to the coast and see that huge vast ocean for the first time. Or the feeling I get when I sink my feet into the warm sand. Just to sit there in the sand and look out into that ocean. You just know there is a God. Who else could create something more beautiful and huge than God? The ocean is peaceful. it brings a calm over me that I can’t describe. You sit and you look out and you wonder what is going on out there past what you can see.
I would love for ole Kenny to just pick me up and say “ok, relaxing time is here babe, lets go”. And, how ever many hours later we are stepping onto the warm sand there in the islands. I so want to go to the islands. My one dream. I have to see them. I have been through the Northeast coast, but I have to go down to the islands…..sigh….maybe one day. Oopss….back to my day dream here.
We get there and there is no problems. There is no him that is going to make me feel like a nothing. No other woman that is going to harrass me and say “she won.” There is peace. Peaceful days just lazying around on the beach. Talking to local people. Holding hands and going through the local shops. Eating local food. At night watching the sun go down and just feeling the warmth of God on your face. There is happiness, peace, love, harmony. Nothing bad. No one to make me feel so sad. So alone. So worthless………..
As always the day dream seems to turn to a nightmare when I shake my head like I just did and realized that THIS is my life…..for now anyway……..
The day dream may happen one day…… one day……
Thanks for dreaming with me a little if you stuck through any of that.
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