And God’s mercy and inhexhaustible fertility are such that much good came from what might have been an irredeemable mess. – Kathleen Norris in The Quotidian Mysteries
When I get wistful, I know I am out of balance. When I feel myself slipping into dreams of ideal days, it’s because I am not living them. As soon as I begin to imagine escape and days in a mountain cabin with only a stack of book, as soon as I imagine those things and begin to ache for them, I know that I have turned my daily life from the course on which I once had it bent. 
Life is too fleeting, too precious, too incredible for me to not do all I can to make the daily of life my dream.
My dream for my days includes these amazing things:
- the chance to write and tell stories and play with words
- the honor of talking with other writers about their work
- the ability to choose the work I take on because I believe in it and the people behind it
- the time to sit on the porch and think and scribble and watch goats play
- the opportunity to put my hands in soil and watch the life there grow
- the leeway to play music loud and see it live often
- the freedom to take long walks or naps as I see fit
- the pleasure of sewing, watching one stitch at a time take shape
- the joy of lingering conversation over long-cold coffee or tea
- the power of cooking food I grew or that was grown by people I know
- the simple warmth of puppy breath and chicken cluck
- the rest and discovering of reading great books
- the blessing of sleep come after a good day of work without worry for tomorrow.
I don’ t need scads of money to do these things. What I need is time. Once again I am reminded that time is my most precious resource and that I would be wise to use it doing work I love with people I adore.
I have made a mess of what my time looks like these days, but I’m setting that right, resteering my course back to the path I have chosen.
It feels good just to turn the wheel and watch the ship return to its right path.
What does your daily dream life look like?