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I grew up in a small town where everyone knew your business or pretended to know your business. You wore your last name as an emblem of who you were with no hope of change because no one in your ancestral gene pool has ever had the ability to change. You are who you are or labeled to be – you either play into the hands of the label or you rebel and move as far as you can from such a small town.

I find it funny that when I go back to visit I can still walk into a restaurant and hear whispers – surmising who you are, who your father is, who your extended family is, and then dig up all of your family gossip since 1802.

I may have once exclaimed while slurping my soup “I can hear you!”

However, there are people who have made their way in that very small town thumbing their noses at all of the old town biddies. It was always the very eccentric old ladies with a keen eye that would surmise I was  “the dreamer” and that it was “good to dream.”  They always seemed to be warning  in those sentences to hold onto those dreams or there would be regrets.

The birth of my first-born son  a good family friend once  chuckled out loud that my  “wings were finally clipped.”  It was those very words that made every one of  my bones ache to prove them wrong.

I notice  more often these days that I am prone to excessive daydreaming while I sit at my desk, gaze out the window, and I slowly drift into space. It could almost be a moment of meditation if I wasn’t daydreaming.  I  know at those times my feet are still firmly planted on the ground but it is nice to hope for the best in this world.

 

Many of the faces from that town I hold dear to my heart and there is a few I would rather forget.  It is how we view our past, figure out how to change through our dreams, and chose to live on our own terms that reminds us we are all in this big world together. Daydreaming is a good exercise for the soul and  I believe some of the self-righteous should try it from time to time.

 

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Darcie Cameron is a RYT 200 who believes Yoga is a gift that is accessible to everyone with proper modifications, a patient smile and just taking the time to breathe. One of the greatest presents you will ever unwrap is when you connect your mind, body and spirit in perfect sync with your own breath. Connect with Darcie on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/darciecameronlovesyoga

24 replies

  1. Oh the Small Town Life – thought I left that behind in my mid-20’s until I moved out west to a small town! Great Post – makes me stroll along memory lane 🙂 Happy Hump Day

  2. It’s amazing how we can travel so far from “home” but we always come back to the same notions as when we left. I was always the “reckless” one from that big family. I left the nest, became a successful engineer with a good reputation.. But I’m still that “reckless” kid when I go back.
    I once told someone, “it’s hard to stop seeing myself as that awkward, scared, destructive kid when everywhere I turn that’s how I’m perceived!”
    Great post. And one that strikes a chord!

    1. Thank you! It’s hard to break from the past and sometimes people are unwilling to see the change. All that matters is how you live as for the old biddies I think they just need to have something to talk about 😉

  3. Some nicely-chosen musical pieces in there; you might consider adding John Prine’s “In a town this size.” That’s good point you make. While, yes, we all have some limits–our genetic code affords us some strengths and weaknesses and, yes, socioeconomic conditions do place starting constraints on us all. Fortunately we do have some control over our lives–some more than others; serendipity is real. Socrates made his mark on the world by demonstrating the need to constantly question what we see; to not blindly accept the status-quo and his lesson is one that’s timeless. It’s true for my own (now abandoned) little fishing village as it is in downtown Calgary. Daydreams are a powerful means to question, evaluate and then act accordingly.

  4. I grew up in a small town, too. People knew way too much about everyone else for my introverted sensibilities. Couldn’t wait to leave, but never would have done so if I hadn’t been encouraged to daydream. Well said, Belle.

  5. I spent all my life in cities and daydreamed my way to a tiny little town in the Canadian Rockies. I left because I lost my ‘identity’ when I lost my husband. I was always going to be ‘Kevin’s old lady’ in that town. That said, some of my very closest and best friends are still there and I will never stop daydreaming of the day I can go back there and start again.

      1. Boy was I surprised to find out what it was really like in those small towns. Mostly great and occasionally surprising and once in awhile so backwards it made me want to scream. But worth it for the most part. Really worth it. The people are the best, the hospitals-not so much. Sense of togetherness-spot on. Sense of exclusion for people who aren’t ‘from’ there-infuriating. I should write a post about this, I have a lot to say.

  6. Small town survivor too. and a very firm believer in the power of daydreaming. sometimes you just gotta step outside for a bit to quiet the noise in your brain. you know?

  7. Its gone all wrong because, when you paused in your Blogging journey, I stopped checking your Blog, and then I pop in on the off chance and here is another post. Very poor conduct by moi. Mind you, I’m a day-dreamer as well, and hardly know what’s happening in the real world

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