Believer in Daydreams
This week I felt it again. Just a week outside Easter and the forty days of solace from the distractions that I either create in my own head, or noise I allow to distract me.
Thursday was the day I realized this, as I was driving to work. To give a little history here, my route to work consists of very heavy traffic and when the roads were planned, adequate consideration was not given to the enormity of future growth. There is literally one road into my town and one road to the city where I work. Add the influx of cars for Spring Break, coupled with a major construction project they hope will improve traffic flow… Well, that makes for some stressful commuting. I’m not really certain if this is real or simply perceived, but Drivers seem especially aggressive and wreckless on Thursdays. By the time I get to work, my shoulders are so tight that my earlobes are tickling them. This day, I was particularly tense, I knew I had a very busy day in store and I was running lists over and over in my mind of all the things I needed to try to accomplish, knowing chances were good that I would not get it all done.
I was tired and cranky and was on about my tenth round of deep breathing in my 10 mph crawl to work, trying not to stress about the things I could not control when I heard music blaring. “Oh, THIS is not going to help”, I thought. I stole a glance to my left and saw that it was a car that I had been pacing all the way in to town. It was a happy little bright yellow Mini Cooper. His sunroof was wide open and windows rolled down. He would advance about five cars ahead of me and then I would pass him and would advance about the same distance. I hadn’t noticed he was listening to any music until now. My distracted mind wandered further away and I found myself trying to figure out what genre and ultimately what song was assaulting my ears. I cracked my window and couldn’t help but giggle outwardly when I heard the lyrics slapping me upside the head. “Cheer up, sleepy Jean. Oh, what can it mean to a Daydream Believer and a Homecoming Queen.”
Mission accomplished. I don’t know who you are, or who sent you, but I immediately stopped running to do lists and started thinking about smiley things. I started thinking about how not to get caught up in the distractions and focused on appreciating the happy little gift that rolled five cars ahead of me and then five cars behind me. Until he turned off and I went about traveling the rest of the way humming “Daydream Believer” to myself. Instead of feeling stressed at work, I was chipper and found numerous reasons to laugh throughout my day.
When I got home, my husband and I agreed on an impromptu date night, went to dinner and put the top down on his car and took a drive along the beach and enjoyed warm spring air and a glorious sunset. We stopped and took a walk. I can never resist putting my feet (at least) in the water.
I had one of my “Oh yeah” days on Thursday. “Oh yeah, I don’t need to feel stress.” “Oh yeah, look how beautiful it is here.” “Oh yeah, this is the only stuff that really, truly matters.”
Oh yeah, “Daydream Believer” is one of those songs that sticks in my brain. I’m going to keep believing, keep daydreaming and keep just being.