I’ve begun to realize I’m a dreamer. I like to think big, extravagant thoughts. Thoughts that are unrealistic and will probably never be my reality. But I find great joy in the simple art of dreaming. I can look at grand houses and dream of pool parties and unlimited resources for decorating my daughter’s bedroom, or a modern gourmet kitchen with the latest in design and technology… but not feel that I need to have that home. Or I can imagine myself riding a camel off into some unnamed desert across the globe or basking in the sun of the French Riviera, but be perfectly happy if such a trip never happens. I’m beginning to realize this is a rare gift, a beautiful thing, an escape into vast wonderlands that costs me nothing. It is hope, without expectation.
I’m sure there is some explanation on introverts or Myers-Briggs or Enneagram types that lean toward being dreamers. All I know is I can go on a trip for free, and without using illegal substances. What’s your superpower?