In my other world – storytelling
Some time ago, I was waiting in line at the TD bank, deep in thought, when the person behind me kindly let me know teller #3 was trying to get my attention.
I jolted back into reality, then smiled and offhandedly said, “Thank you… I was in my other world!”
The person gave me a look I could only interpret as envy as she responded with the utmost sincerity, “I wish I had an ‘other world.'”
I hesitated, then chuckled. Her response was priceless, making me actually think about what I had just said.
Now, this was before everybody began losing themselves in their iPhone or Android, which by the way is nothing like the “other world” I am talking about. In my opinion, cell phones and anxiety are synonymous and an addiction I’m not willing partake of. I’m not giving up “my other world” for that.
Just ask my husband… I’m so not attached to my cell phone, I’ve resorted to posting a sign on my front door to remind me to take it with me when leaving the house. I know. Shocking!
As I walked over to the counter, I realized just how true my offhanded comment was. I call it “another world.” Some call it daydreaming, something I’ve always been very good at. My teachers said so. It’s the place where I go, think up stories, develop plans, talk to God or just simply listen.
John Tess, Intelligence for Life (free internet radio) says the average person will spend about 10 years waiting in line.
Put it that way…
Where do you go when you’re waiting in line?