I daydream a lot. My earliest memory was when I was 9 and watching the '76 Olympics on TV - they were in Montreal that year. I saw Nadia Comaneci perform for the first time and was lost in her routine, and in the music. I remember telling my Mom and Dad I was going to bed - and how perplexed they were. But I just wanted to lie alone in the dark and remember what I watched that night.
Today, I often listen to music on my iPod or in my car and imagine I am singing to an audience - or auditioning for American Idol
never mind that I am Canadian and can't hold a tune.
I'm firmly grounded in reality, but that doesn't mean I can't have my mental health moments.