Dreaming

I notice every year that school planning is enormously more blissful than the year-long school doing. On paper, lessons fit neatly into time slots and move along in regular sequence. I’m in full control and move on to the next thing as soon as I’m satisfied with the last. And everything gets neatly checked off without challenge or opposition.

Just like real school.

School planning is long done and I’m deep into let my brain melt away mode, but I think I’m experiencing a similar detached-from-reality effect when I think about my discretionary time this fall. 

I’ll have so much free time! School will only take an hour a day! I could get a part-time job! I can finally clean All The Things and reclaim my long-lost sewing room! Maybe I’ll even learn to sew! I’ll have a flower bed! Maybe I’ll take up weightlifting! I can do Anything!!

So I’ll simultaneously reclaim twenty years worth of letting the housework go and learn several new hobbies and get an outside job and have hours of beatific leisure. At least that’s what will happen if all my disparate ambitions come to fruition. 

Regretfully, registering Lizzy for volleyball today and seeing the practice schedule injected a micro-dose of cold reality into my daydreaming. I may not actually accomplish much of the pleasure or business I dream of, unless driving to volleyball every day counts as a part-time job.

But I have several weeks left of envisioning an upcoming life of bliss wherein I also magically get to do All The Things.