Sometimes (ok a lot of times) I catch myself completely zoning out. As in spacey-brain, mind-wandering, free-thinking, day-dreamin’ girl. It’s like the opposite of meditation or something. Because when you meditate aren’t you supposed to be focused on something specific? Like various aspects of nature, deep breathing, or how your aura fits within the Universe or something? And not that I’m hatin’ on that kind of meditation because I could seriously get into that. But my brain tends to float randomly around thinking about whatever pops in there.
I probably waste a lot of time doing this when I should be doing whatever it is mom’s are supposed to do when their kids finally settle down for a nap or bedtime. But laundry and vacuuming pale in comparison to day dreaming about living like Amelie in a super chic apartment in Paris or hiking the Swiss Alps again or clubbin’ it up in NYC. Come to think of it, most of my imaginings revolve around being someplace else. Hmmmm, that probably doesn’t speak well of me, except to confirm that I’m definitely a head-in-the-clouds type. And that perhaps its time to move.
What is the point of this post? As usual, I have no idea. It’s just one of those things that popped into my head in one of my “zoning moments”. See, I’m so weird I even think about day-dreaming WHILE I’m day-dreaming. That’s messed up.