I have been prone to dreaming lately.
I sat on the couch the other night, chatting away at N about anything and everything extraordinary and then exclaimed, "I feel like dreaming!" To which he replied, "Okay!"
I just have been very contemplative lately (what a great word, contemplative). Sometimes I just love to pull up a seat and relax in my own thoughts. That's normal, right?
I'll be the first to tell you that I am a dreamer. In the most honest, sincere sense of the word. I feel most alive when I have something floating around up there, some crazy notion of my future that
only might absolutely will come true.
I love being this way. I love getting all snazzy up in my mind. Deciding on things that will be before they ever get here.
It's just important for the soul. Things like this.
I'm feeling like such a gypsy. I don't want to touch down, plant roots, or do anything that could hold me to one place. But at the same, exact, freakin' time I want to get married and not have kids, but maybe think about that possibility in the future!
But right now I want to take off.
I'd love to live a nomadic life for a little bit or a year. I'd like to wander and learn as I go. Make do as I see fit. Make ends meet by whatever tickles my fancy. Fly! by the seat of my pants. Fo' real.
It would sure be a breathtaking time.