Day dreams

So... when was the last time that you had a day dream?  In thinking about it, it has been a very long time for me!  That makes me really sad, actually.  I mean, I don't understand logarithms, the Amendments, mitosis, or my 12s times-tables past 8 because of day dreams.  Now that I'm in situations where I'm washing dishes and making lattes for the masses for hours on end, I don't dream.  Go figure.

I've come to this conclusion because in trying to remember how the latter part of my day went, I can only remember bits and pieces.  Nothing really substantial.  Much in the same way that you kind of remember dreams, or don't remember them at all -- just passing from one day to the next.  Is that what it means to be an adult, to never dream ever again?  If so, I'm getting my crayons out RIGHT NOW for some serious regressive therapy!  

But seriously... I'm 24 years old.  That's nearly a quarter of a century!  I know it's not really all that old when you think about it, but there is definitely no going back.  I have a fantastic person who loves me -- the absolute LOVE of my life!  I couldn't be happier!  And yet... sometimes it seems like just when things are approaching perfection, something goes terribly out of whack.  I suppose that's just how life works.  

I'll fly away, I know it.  I've already begun.