I am the definition of a homebody. There is no denying that I love staying home, and it is even better when I can stay in my pajamas all day. When I am at home, I can be entirely myself. I need the quiet solitude of being home to recharge after being so busy and keeping up with the high demands of school. My mind is always thinking about something, but I know my thoughts are catapulting me into understanding myself better and setting aspirations. The Roger’s and Hammerstein version of Cinderella is my favorite because it is a musical. I am a sucker for those. Anyway, the point is that as long as she has her chair in the corner of the kitchen, she can be herself and dream herself anywhere in the world. Even though I do not live in the same sad situation as Cinderella, I can identify with her dreaming heart and passageway to escape reality. I am so guilty of sitting on my bed and staring off into nowhere thinking about where I want to go in the world, or how I see my life in the future. Just because I can dream of what my life could be does not mean it will perfectly play out like that. It is unrealistic to believe some of my lofty dreams will one-hundred percent come true because no fairy godmother is going to come and sing bibbity-bobbity-boo as she waves a sparkly wand to grant my dreams. Nothing comes easy and without some effort on our part. Much thought and happiness come from the day dreaming I do, but I know to achieve them, I have to put action behind them. We could stay in our comfy cozy safe place and never worry about failure, but no reward comes with complacency. There will come a time in life when we realize the world is our canvas to paint. And the only way for my dreams to become something bigger and for my life to mean something, I must set foot out of my own little corner. Stay Curious, Kayla ©Inquisitive Perspectives 2017
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