By Kate Kole
My mind has always aired on the side of imaginative. As a kid, my friend Andrea and I would spend our after-school hours writing plays. We’d climb through the woods behind my childhood home and make up stories that we were lost in the wilderness, needing to eat berries and build shelter in order to survive. Forget the fact that you could still see the back of my house as we marched our way through broken branches. As far as our fantasies were concerned, we may as well have been states away.
My daydreams are a bit more grounded now. They don’t typically require the same level of suspended reality that they did 20 years ago…except when I ask my husband if we can make a fort in our living room. They’re more like an expansion of everyday life. If I’m feeling lonely, I picture what it’d be like to live a block away from my family. And if I’m feeling cold, I envision a move back to a place with palm trees. If I’m worried about the future, I imagine all the worst ways life could go wrong. And if I’m feeling optimistic, I map out best case scenarios in my mind. Continue reading