Dare to Day Dream

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The kids at the coffee shop sit across from one another in front of the window.

But none are looking out it.

I don’t see any sets of eyes lost in wonder.

Instead 

They’re all consumed

And consuming

Something that flashes across a cold screen.

I wrote today.

Gave myself 7 mins to just hold a pen in my hand and see what comes out on paper. I lost track of time. And somewhere around 10 minutes in, I found myself staring out the window. Eyes drifting and wondering: 

Where is that couple going? How long have they been together?

What is the woman next to me reading?

Who painted that painting? 

Will I grow old and read alone in cozy corners of coffee shops?

Will I ever create? …That art that’s inside of me waiting to emerge, will I make it?

Will it wait for me? 

I’ve missed day dreaming.

I, too, have a phone and a computer.

And whenever the baby falls asleep or there’s a quiet moment I’m alone in my house, I find myself opening it. Checking to see: what am I supposed to do now? What do the emails say? What’s the world up to? 

Sigh.

The answers aren’t out there.

They’re in here.

This I know.

But, perhaps this new world is pressuring us to forget. 

Distracting us with devices

Supposedly designed to aid us in connecting and in being more productive and efficient…

I don’t buy it. 

The answers are more often in the day dreams.