All day long, I've been feeling like I'm somewhere else. Not like I should be somewhere or like my mind is somewhere in daydreams, but actually thinking I'm in a different physical place than I actually am. On the way to work, my senses told me it was 61 and sunny, California winter, but I caught myself actually believing there was snow on the ground and for a second thought I was driving to my Grandma's house in Virginia. After work, at the grocery store, I got the very distinct feeling that I was in Tesco's in London, quietly foreign.
It's the feeling you get when you're drifting off to sleep, not knowing yet that you're asleep, and you feel the unmistakable sensation of falling, just for a fraction of a second, just enough to set your heart pounding, before you jerk awake, suddenly, strangely, fully aware of your mattress and sheets and very alive body.
Maybe it's a premonition or its less frightening and more stubborn father, a memory. Maybe it's a wrinkle in time and I'm feeling the lives of my other selves. Maybe it's just early onset dementia.
Whatever it is, it's made for an oddly dreamlike day. Have you ever felt inexplicably out-of-reality?
I am so happy and grateful for:
~ homemade vegan cookies (thanks, Sally!)
~ phone calls with momma