 M's Musings |
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Share this page with a friend. Click file, then send. Daydreams  A daydream is a beautiful thing. I often let myself slip away into
peaceful reverie while eating dinner, writing, or just sitting
around. My sister often brings to my attention how my face just goes
blank when I drift off like this. A magical world waits for my
moment to be right, and then, I leave to another place. This place
has all the pain, suffering, and insecurities of the “real” world,
sometimes more. It is not uncommon for me to place my cheek on my
palm during dinner, and leave the world behind. Daydreamers may be
labeled as simple, careless, or the like, but it’s only that we have
a deeper meaning, we have a love of meditation. I am extremely
vocal, and my daydreams often are about conversations I want to
have. Another way I daydream is writing in my journal. It’s my
sanctuary, my friend, and my confidante. It’s very soothing to pick
up a beloved pen, and write away in my diary. My mom and sister
struggle to keep up with their diaries, but I struggle to keep my
entries brief! A relationship with a diary is a tender, close
relationship. It’s sad to keep any secret from my diary. When my
wonderful hardcover black diary was replaced with my new pink one, I
was a little touched with sadness to see my diary go out of use. I’d
had it for over 2 years and had recorded some of the most important
events of my life in it. I know I’m starting to sound a little
nutty, so I’ll cut the journal nonsense short. My nature is of a loner, but also as a homebody. I can’t bear to be alone in the company of strangers, but I can’t fathom what it would be like in a huge family. I guess I got lucky. I’m in a small homeschooler family. As Miley Cyrus would say, It’s the Best of Both Worlds. ©01/29/01 |
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