Her Own Little Word

Spending most of her days alone - with the exception of a hugely needy eight month old Australian Shepherd, Rocky - she has ample time to twiddle her thumbs. She works from home and the two days she goes into the office, she typically passes time thinking of creative ideas to daydream behind the tall privacy of her cubicle walls. So what is a girl to do when bored out of her mind? How about leave it? Her mind that is.

She escapes to imagined trips to Galway wrapped in a thick coat and scarf feeling the warmth of the hot tea she holds in her hands as she watches the cold air puff in front of her face walking under the Spanish Arch. She pictures a plate of pasta emanating delicious smells into her face while she sips her wine in Florence. She thinks of laying on sandy beaches underneath her feet as she walks into the crystal clear water of the Maldives. Barcelona, Paris, Amsterdam, Tokyo - there is no place she does not travel to in her head. No place that remains unseen or unexperienced by her.

She pictures herself becoming a successful writer. She imagines finishing her novel. Earning a spot on the New York Times Best Sellers list or even more coveted, being highly regarded by literally any writer. She thinks of the smile stretching across her face when her first series gets picked up by a network or streaming service - and it does well. In her furthest of dreams, she thinks of a Pulitzer. She dreams of actually being described as a writer or an author, of her family telling of their daughter and sister who is a best selling novelist.

She imagines making her future children proud of their mother's successes.

She does all this and the next day she does it again. Again and again and again until she makes some of those dreams a reality and thinks of new ones to maybe accomplish. Along the way, she finds time love her reality and understand how to love her life. No matter what she does or does not do, she loves her own little world.