CAMera: Brain Washed

You’d think after a lifetime of trying to be something different, I’d accept that I am who I am. This morning I was confronted, again, with my natural tendency to simply fall into a daydream or memory and stay there. For as long as I can remember, I’ve found myself standing or sitting, staring into space while a chain of thoughts connect like train cars and take me with them when they pull away. My children laugh at me. My husband asks the question a second or third time, until I blink and come back to the present. This morning I spent half an hour watching the washing machine spin/ Cheryl-Ann Milsap , CAMera. More here.

Question: Do you daydream much?