I lay back in my bed and spread my arms out, the fishtank lighting up my room in a darken purple shade and I release a giant sigh. I close my eyes and imagine myself emersed in a different culture, a different planet, a different language.
I could be flying, jumping, diving, running, walking, chasing, bouncing, or streaming through different adventures in my head. In my room I can be anybody I want to be, I can imagine myself the Queen of Egypt or a rouge alien agent in a whole different universe. I have a forbidden love, a secret affair, a love that’s ignited with passion and romance. My mind knows no boundries and all I have to do to get there is take a deep breath and layback on my bed.
Some people find this a silly habit of mine, “Grow up - life isn’t made of gumdrops and daisies!” but why can’t it be for me? Why can’t I just for one moment of the day set aside college debt, unemployment, and a loveless life that I lead and fuel myself with imaginary tales and sidekick characters that help me make it through each and every single day. I’ve always told people that when I have a child, they will be the most imaginative person. We will slay dragons, rescue princesses, travel to the moon, run wild with creatures of the forest, and escape to the deepest part of the jungle without leaving our house.
When was the last time you took that moment? When you dreamed of being anything you wanted? Of course I have goals and dreams of my own, grown up ones. I want to have a sucessful photography career, a family, a house in london, and possibly a unicorn. But I still dream I still fly my rocket to the moon every few nights and swim under the deepest sea with urchins that have yet to be found. We take things too seriously, we work, we die, inbetween we get drunk, we get hurt, and we make mistakes. I refuse to believe that whatever created us, created us for this exact reason. We only have 1 lifetime to fill up every dream we want to accomplish, just because I don’t have the funds to host these lapse in my imagination, doesn’t mean I don’t get to do them.
You can continue putting me in debt, you can continue to decline my resume, and you can continue to break my heart - but everynight when I close my eyes, I will still be a princess, an adventurer, a goddess, an astronaut, a cave dweller, and a pioneer. You will never make me stop.
Mattie (my teacup yorkie) is having an allergic reaction to either a tick bite or a flea bite - and the reaction is just tiny rashes popping up. Anyways, I called the animal hospital and they told me to bring her right over, awesome.
Problem: She won’t come out from underneath the bed. I have a very very low bed, one that I can’t fit under (thanks ikea?) and she sits all the way in the back corner. I’ve done the trick of pushing her out with a broom (it resulted in her running around and going back) I’ve tried to lure her out with dog treats (she gets halfway out then runs back) and I’ve even jiggled my keys opening the door. Bitch is just not having it. Now I have to pretend to do something fantastical on my bed and pretend to ignore for her to even come out. I’ve recruited her father (kato) to help bring her ass out.