By Joy DeKok
With the recent death of teen idol, Davy Jones, the words to Daydream Believer have been running through my mind more often. It’s been a favorite of mine for a very long time.
When I was in grade school, my teachers sometimes had to pull me back from my daydreams to the classroom, and they did this with varying degrees of patience. Okay, so math was enough to cause my brain to freeze and science put me into a deep trance; I tried hard to concentrate. When numbers and science came together, I closed my eyes to hold back the tears. Really.
My parents were told I was a daydreamer as if that was a dirty word. Here’s the truth about all of this: I didn’t waste a lot of school time on daydreams. They were fragile, beautiful things that might get damaged or ruined. It’s probable when I was starring off into space, they’d simply lost me, again, and it’s highly likely I was hoping when I looked back at the blackboard, I’d finally get it. It never happened.
After a negative moment in the sixth grade (Yes, I was starring at the door, wondering if I could get a hall pass to get a drink), I tried really hard not to let my mind wander. It didn’t go well, and I gave up. I welcomed daydreaming into chemistry class and algebra. I wasn’t going to understand either of them, and was likely to get accused of daydreaming, so why not?
Slipping away in my mind was easy. I could be wearing the coolest of the cool hip-huggers with elephant bells, and dating either Davy Jones or Donny Osmond. I never entered the teen magazine contests, but I could win in my imagination.
But you know what? I knew none of those dreams would come true. It was the other daydream that mattered; the one where I was a writer with readers. Words filled my heart, my head, and my notebooks. Poetry flowed, and stories danced in my dreams. My mind was at home in these misty moments. It felt good and right. It still does.
I don’t know anyone who doesn’t indulge in a little daydreaming from time to time. We writers dream about what our words will look like on the pages, our names boldly printed on book covers, our characters, our reader take-aways, and emails from people who bought, read, and love our books.
Some experts call this visualization. This simple terminology switch, transforms daydreaming into a healthy exercise.
Now when I get time to stare off into space or close my eyes and go deep in a daydream, it counts as writing. Forget the hip-huggers; this is the coolest of the cool.
There has always been a difference between my teen idol infatuations and my writing daydreams; I believed writing was a part of who I am and what I was created to do.
That makes me a daydream believer.
Is there a daydream you’ve put off? If you dare to believe in it, you might get to live it.
Joy DeKok is a published author, speaker, and author coach. Because Joy is living out her dreams, she knows others can too. This is one of the driving factors in her writing, coaching, mentoring, and speaking.
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