Some days I just sort of float along in my own little world. Always have. I've been this way since I was a kid. My Mom would send me to clean my room and I'd end up reading all the magazines I was supposed to be putting away, or playing with the toys on the floor. Hours later my room would still be a disaster.
I would love to be able to get up at 6am and be all ready to go say hello to the world. I could eat a nice breakfast, workout, walk my dogs, maybe go ride my horse. It would be so nice. I could get so much done. In theory anyway.
Instead I just kind of float along until it's time to make dinner. I feel like I'm getting more focused. Maybe that's why I've always sucked at time management. Lack of focus. I'm always off daydreaming in some distant land. It makes life hard sometimes, but that's ok. I'm getting there.
What do I daydream about? All sorts of stuff. And then sometimes I go and do the things I daydream about.
Like taking my horse for "nature walks" like a giant dog. We discovered a network of trails that lead to a huge field by our barn. Man, he was stoked.
Now we just have to go ride out there. I have a lot of courage issues with riding. Maybe if I daydream about it enough, I can make it a reality. I mean, it's worked for me so far.