DayDreamers

I so desperately need a day of whispering willows and or the ebb and flow of the ocean in the background or a treehouse. I just need a minute a bit of time to recoup and just be all to myself. As a mom, though we feel guilty spending that time thinking of our children and what fun they would be having and missing them. Then again maybe that is part of the purpose of those experiences, to have us appreciate things. I am in the the middle of redecorating and it isn’t something I can do right now anyway. I can daydream.

Shout out to all you daydreamers out there. Did you know those who easily slip into daydreaming are more inclined to connect with spirit and could try out mediumship? It’s kind of how the connection works for a lot of people you see it in your head similar to daydreaming. Well for me it’s a daydream with weird charades. Daydreaming is healthy to a degree but if one does it too much it becomes an escape and is likely a coping mechanism for something more going on. Daydreamers are creators, painters, writers, moviemakers, and so much more. We are the think outside the box people. It comes in handy for all sorts of things, thinking on your toes, problem-solving, it isn’t just artists that use those skills.

I work well under pressure, but working under pressure constantly will eventually break me. I have so much anxiety that high anxiety situations flip my switch and I am the calm one, the steady one. When put in intense situations I will calmly problem solve and work to calm everyone around me if necessary, but if I go to the grocery store during peak hours I am a nervous wreck. If things are too calm my brain fires off in a rapid-fire of chaos to fill the calm so that I am not calm. Strange how that works. It sounds like a disadvantage but we can turn our flaws in our favor. I have learned where it comes in handy and how to use it now. I can have more than one project going but not the same type and it is just enough chaos to calm my mind and it is productive. Turn those problems into projects, no matter what it is that is your hurdle it can become your unlikely ally, and you can find a way to work with it, instead of letting it work against you. Also, for me, medication helps me focus. Ain’t no shame in a better-medicated game. Look those demons in the eyes and tell them politely to go and get intimate with themselves, you’ve got things to do.

Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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