Daydream believer

Posted: October 17, 2012 in Uncategorized
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When I was a kid in school I was forever getting into trouble for daydreaming. It happened most often in Geography and Maths – two subjects that didn’t resonate. I was an English and History girl because that was where you got to read stories, whether it was the doomed romance in Wuthering Heights or the Battle of Passchendaele – stories nevertheless.

In Geography and Maths, it was formulas and igneous rocks and dry, uninspiring lectures from teachers. I just couldn’t see the point in listening, so I tuned out. I would look out the window and let my mind wander, and create stories in my head. Consequently I failed Maths and just managed to scrape in a pass in Geography.

Daydreaming is one of my favourite past-times still because I tend to do it when I’m most relaxed. It’s a bit like observing people in cafe’s and on the streets. I love nothing better than to sit over a cup of coffee and notice little things about people as they go about their daily lives. And I find myself creating stories again. ‘Oh that lady must live by herself because she is sitting alone and eating lunch. It’s far better to sit in a crowded restaurant than at home, alone, at an empty table that was either never full, or once full.

These stories are part of what inspires me to write fiction. Life is a rich tapestry and when I’m in the third person (daydreaming or observing) then I get to notice how interesting it can be.

And daydreaming and observing takes me away, temporarily, from any pressing problems I might have on my own plate. So there are good reasons to do it.

Life’s like that – you have to make the most of the downtimes and set aside time to be yourself. In a world where everybody wants you to be somebody or something else, those moments when you are comfortably in your own zone are precious.

So while I might have failed Maths and doomed myself forever in the eyes of rational thinkers, I did excel in English and went on to study it full time. And I’ve subsequently made a career in writing stories. So my teachers were wrong in a way. I was being productive as I stared out that window, through the trees and buildings, all the way to the skyline, and beyond a distant horizon.

Self expression comes in all forms, and everyone is different. The daydreamers and the number crunchers should be celebrated.



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