I’ve turned off my daydreaming as much as possible, it’s too much about what will never be. I used to do it all the time. I would definitely escape into any fantasy involving the latest leading man on TV. I’d always dream about being his perfect wife and being capable of doing daring-do. And we’d have the perfect children. I’d daydream about the house I would live in when I had more money than I knew what to do with, and I’d redesign the rooms every time a new catalog came out. I’d spend the seasons designing the perfect fashions, or I’d learn to ride a horse and be a dashing equestrian.
Yeah, I’ve gotten over the perfect wife and children stage of my life; the house of perfection, that’s not going to happen; I’ve been on a horse, not learning that; perfect fashions don’t belong on my body type.
Daydreaming is now a waste of my time, I’d much rather spend that time actually sleeping. I’ve become very sleep-deprived in the past few years, not a state I can change anytime soon.