A Dreamer in Realist Panties


I was enjoying a deliciously relaxing weekend at my friend’s lake house, working a crossword puzzle when I looked up over my readers and announced Judge Judy was on.   I laughed at myself and declared it was time to go back to work before I started scouting early bird specials.

For several years I’ve been on what I refer to as a self-imposed hiatus.  I had no plans to retire nor did I have the bank account to quit working at age fifty.  But, I needed to hit the pause button on my life.  I don’t really care for the term mid-life crisis, it implies so much drama, but it was time to seriously reevaluate my life.  If it was everything I had dreamed of and worked so hard for, why did I feel unfulfilled and a little disillusioned? 

I’ve always considered myself a Dreamer so I looked up the definition just to be sure - A person who lives in a world of fantasy; one who is impractical and unrealistic.  That didn’t describe me at all.  Have I been totally unrealistic about being a dreamer?  Wait a minute that would make me the definition of a dreamer. I was confused so I looked up what the opposite word for dreamer is and guess what - there isn’t one.  Then I remembered a funny conversation with my family about Dreamers versus Realists after a Modern Family episode.  Like the show, we were quick to define in each other and ourselves which side we fell on.  So I decided to look up how a Realist is defined – A person who tends to view or represent things as they really are. That didn’t really describe me either.  With a true Realist - there is no ambiguity, that’s the point.  So where did that leave me?

The Dreamer in me sold everything and moved to Napa where I explored new career ideas, tapped into my creative side and enjoyed a little (lot) of wine.  The Realist in me missed being part of a big family and old friends.

The Dreamer in me made sure I had plenty of free time to hang out and do things with friends. The Realist in me noticed people my age still work and aren’t around during the day.

The Dreamer in me worked part time jobs for enjoyment without considering what it paid.  The Realist in me found out the phrase ‘do what you love and the money will follow ‘ takes longer than my retirement account could handle.

The Dreamer in me took every opportunity to get the most out of a whole new setting. I expanded my horizons, met interesting people, gained a new perspective and learned a lot about myself in the process.  The Realist in me decided it was time to move back home where I started to consider my options.   How do I move into the next part of my life and keep a fresh outlook?  How can I age gracefully yet still be relevant?  How do I keep life interesting and rewarding? That’s when I came up with the idea for Wine Down Lounge.  It’s not a physical location but an attitude, a way of approaching life.  How’s that for sounding like a Dreamer?  I created it to inspire, entertain and reach people going through similar transitions.    At the heart of Wine Down Lounge is a sense of humor and I recruited the funniest person I know to be part of this and lend her gift for gab and quick wit. We launched our website with blogs, podcast and social media platforms where we want to share, talk, write and laugh with you.  It’s in its infancy but we’re figuring out how to become all grown up one glass of wine at a time.

Until then I’ve put my Realist panties on and headed back to work. Stay tuned and follow us as we share our journey back into the real world with plenty of uncorked conversations ahead.