Dreaming the Life

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one – John Lennon

You might not actually say that…but it’s true.  And I hope (please) that I am not the only one who needs to get off my butt and start Living the Dream instead of Dreaming the Life.

In my dreams I am a writer. I love to write (tah dah!) but I rarely do.  It’s hard to think of things to talk about. It’s only fun if I am into the topic.

In my dreams I am super fit and healthy.  I eat the right things, I exercise regularly.

In reality, I wanted to run, but it makes my ankles hurt (poor me). So instead I think about how much I should be running. How cool it would be if I was able to run. Dreaming about running is not good exercise.

I used to love to do yoga. I think of myself as a person who does yoga. I have not done yoga in at least a year.

Cooking makes me feel all competent and healthy and domestic goddess-y. I save recipes all the damn time. I rarely actually get my shit together to cook.

I am stuck in a “Dreaming” phase and I need to start “Doing.”

Since I also frequently dream about being a student again (yet another thing that totally isn’t happening), I think I shall use the start of school as a starting point for DOING some stuff.

Here is my three-pronged plan to start Living the Dream (or at least get myself in gear and make some positive changes.)

I will commit to writing something here at least once every week. Some of it might suck (sorry). It might be super short. But it’ll be here.

I scheduled some yoga classes on my calendar. But scheduling them doesn’t count unless I GO. And the first two already have conflicts (sigh) – but I shall overcome!

And I’m going to cook dinner at least 2X a week. Dinner that doesn’t involve a box and a bag of cheese powder. It might involve one of those recipes. I might even try to make my kids eat it (shhhhh…they won’t like that part.)

I’m writing this all down for accountability. Plus, it counts for my first weekly writing “assignment.” (Me = clever)

If I twist around to pat myself on the back for that does that “count” as a yoga session? (No…no, it does not.)

About Kristen

Me: Kristen, more than 40-something (don't make me face the number), suburban mom of 2, working girl, therapeutic writer, proprietor of an emptying nest Addictions: Iced Coffee, FOMO resulting in twitchy compulsion to check FB/Instagram/Pinterest in an unending loop, texting, hugging my one child while Snapchatting the other and yelling at my dog

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