Part III: A daydreaming Ravenclaw

Part III: A daydreaming Ravenclaw

A/N: This is just something I have been pondering over for awhile. As you already know, I am by no means an expert of anything. I am simply, a lost girl searching for meaning in this mixed up world. Anyway, hold on to your hats, this one’s a doozy but an important one I had to make!

One common trait that I think most writers and readers share that are both a strength and a weakness, daydreaming. Personally, it’s one of my favorite things to do during the day. There are days where it can feel like a superpower. I can go anywhere I want with the power of my brain. Dealing with a boring lecture? How about I travel in the forbidden forest with Harry, Ron and Hermione looking for the ninth horcrux instead! Can’t sleep? That’s alright, I think Captain Kirk and Spock need my opinion of a new undiscovered planet. Stuck in line at the DMV? Disney World is more fun anyway! (P.S. anything is more fun than the DMV, am I right?) Alright you get the gist, I’m a daydreamer and I can’t imagine (no pun intended) my life without this trait. It’s what allows me to write, read or try anything new. But there is a problem with this trait and it’s the reason why I decided to write this post.

I was inspired after thinking about the movie, “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” (note the featured image). To quickly sum up the movie, it’s about a man who lives a mundane and boring life. He manages to get by through, you guessed it, frequent daydreaming. The audience is often pulled inside his head and we see him face most of his problems through daydreaming. Suddenly, he feels a calling to quit his boring life and instead, give in to these daydreams. We follow Walter Mitty through a series of adventures and uncover a mystery. There is so much more to the story that I won’t give away but while re watching the trailer just now, I couldn’t help but compare myself to Walter.

Dream on, Alice!

Although I daydream in moderation and it usually doesn’t get me in trouble, I too tend feel a sense of addiction every once in awhile. Especially, when I am facing a difficult point in my life. I’ve noticed I can use daydreaming as a crutch and attempt to avoid the situation all together. Naturally, that idea backfires! haha! Furthermore, like any good thing, daydreaming can be bad for me. Ironically it can have the opposite effect and damage my creativity. If i spend so much time outside reality, I can lose inspiration from what’s around me. To put it in different words, when I daydream (obviously) it pulls me away from reality. Reality, the essential component humans thrive on to live. Without it, our existence is long gone. Daydreaming can keep me from making choices and acting on these dreams. In addition to that, it can distort my sense of reality and I can set high expectations on the real world that I know can never be achieved. Consequently, the limitations and expectations of the real world can disappoint me and prevent me from wanting to move forward. Confused? I hope not, my point is right around the corner.

Hang on Titus, I got a point here.

So I hope I didn’t lose you there. What I’m trying to say is, too much of a good thing is too much of a good thing. Even if it’s something as harmless as a daydream. When I daydream excessively, it can do more harm than good. If I were to spend a whole day, even a week daydreaming, (and believe me, I could if I really wanted to) I’ve wasted a lot of precious time that could have been put into action. And for a human, time is very much important. Every second on this earth counts and wasting it away can change everything. Sad as it sounds, humans do run on time and we cannot exist without it. Maybe I’m being a bit melodramatic. Perhaps its not like mission impossible, thirty seconds left and the only thing you can rely on is your adrenaline. Though at times, it can feel like it. Maybe time isn’t as stressful for other people, nevertheless, everything runs on time whether you notice it or not. How you spend your time, on the other hand, is up to you!


This is something that I have been working on lately. I hope to someday, not fear acting on all of my dreams. I want to be like Rapunzel from “Tangled” and step out of my daydream tower. All the choices I make on my daydreams are where it will really count. Instead of daydreaming about my new idea for a book, why not write a chapter or two and see what happens. Wanting to go to Paris? Thinking about it isn’t going to buy your plane ticket! Get on that flight instead. Imagining everything that could go wrong with asking the girl/boy you like out? Ask her/him out anyway and see what happens! Too much? Alright, alright baby steps. I don’t blame you, that last one is intimidating and I would be lying if i said I wouldn’t be frozen with fear too.(…Hmm, maybe instead start with a hello)


Overall, every choice I have made began with a daydream, but ended with my initiative. I wouldn’t have opened my own blog page if I only daydreamed about it. In fact, you wouldn’t believe how long I spent daydreaming about a blog. You would probably laugh at how long it took for me to pluck up the courage to finally start blogging. Ironically, this whole blog post began with a daydream…and a bit procrastination. But, that’s an entirely different story (and problem) about some procrastination that I will later regret after I post the “publish” button (finals week, am I right?). Still, this is something I felt that I needed to say. If i didn’t write it down now, I probably would never get it done.

So to all the daydreamers out there. The thinkers, the writers, the creators, and the inventors. We all share something in common. How we use these daydreams, that’s entirely different. Each dreamer has a new product of their creativity to give to the world and I think it’s beautiful how infinite creativity can be. Nevertheless, a daydream can be as meaningless as you choose for it to be. If you want to put some meaning into your life, don’t waste it away daydreaming. Prepare yourself for phase two, because that’s really where the adventure begins.


Part II: A Ravenclaw

Part II: A Ravenclaw

I want to use this post to go a little more in detail as to why I am a Ravenclaw. I learned I was a Ravenclaw through (in my opinion, the most accurate sorting method). At first I didn’t believe I was a Ravenclaw, I was sure I was a Gryffindor. For one thing, I wasn’t smart. School was never really a passion of mine and I didn’t get good grades until after High School. I’m pretty sure I would have been the Neville Longbottom of Ravenclaws. (For the record, I would be proud to be Neville <3)

Look at that nugget! Cutie ^_^

Always getting locked out the common room, repeatedly asking myself ,”why is it always me?”As a result, I would have a sleeping bag and overnight clothes stashed in the Hogwarts kitchen for when I can’t get in. I would have an ongoing rivalry with the Slytherin’s because of this. They would constantly go searching for my things to pull pranks or throw them in the lake (I gave this a lot of thought). I probably wouldn’t understand my sorting until my seventh year (like Neville).

Fortunately, the lovely Rowling already answered this question before I had time to doubt my sorting. After I got sorted, I read my welcome letter. I know this letter has been read by thousands of players who feel the same way, but the welcome letter really did speak to me. First, Ravenclaw’s are more than books and academics. A Ravenclaw is a thinker. They are the first one’s to ask the questions and don’t settle for lousy answers. That also doesn’t mean they are all super smarty-pants. They just like to think outside the box. Second, a Ravenclaw doesn’t care about being cool. They do their own thing, and never require an opinion. And third, Ravenclaw’s may not be the center of the party, but they know how to pick their friends! The friends they do have in their lives all hold a special place in a Ravenclaw’s heart and each moment they spend with their friends never go to waste.

If it weren’t for pottermore, I would have never understood what the other houses truly represent. The houses don’t stand for who you are, they are a place for people to go to feel like they belong. Especially when they live in a world that tells them they don’t. (Isn’t that the whole point of Harry Potter anyway?)



So yeah, I may not be the smartest of all, but as the wanderer I am, I search for wisdom. Wisdom will always be my ultimate goal and I refuse to live by society’s rules (even if I’m still not sure what those rules are). I have never, nor will I ever understand what it’s like to be popular and that’s okay! I don’t have time to blend in, it’s a waste of my energy. My friends and family are who help keep me together. I can probably count on my hand how many friends I have, but each and every one of them play a significant part of my life. I wouldn’t be where I am without their support. There’s not a lot about myself that I know, but there is one thing I can be certain. I am a Ravenclaw!

And of course the added bonus, we have Luna! What’s not to love about her. I mean love is in her name. No one can dance like a Ravenclaw!

Rock on Luna! 10 points for you Luna Lovegood, you go Luna Lovegood!


Part I: A wandering Ravenclaw

As a sort of introduction, I thought I should talk about the main reason why I chose to start a blog. As the title explains, I am a wanderer and I always have been. I just didn’t know it. For as long as I could remember, I never really stuck with anything. I would sign up for clubs, classes etc. and I would do well in these classes, but I never had a driving passion to pursue anything further than what it was, an interest. So, I would stop and move on to the next thing.


Fast forward to my life now in college and I have begun to learn quickly that being a wanderer has a consequence in the adult world. In college (and this applies to the adult world too, I suppose), you are expected to do well. No, not just well, better. People pressure you into competing for everything. Not only are you recommended to take clubs or join sports, oh no that’s much to easy. You need to be the best at it, otherwise it will pay for nothing towards your career. Forget joining the movie club, applications won’t bother to look at it unless you were the supreme chancellor crusader of the movie club.

So for a wanderer, like me, there is no time for me to wander. As the semesters roll into years, I hear this question more frequently than I want to and to be honest, it makes me want to scream. What do you want to do? Like hell if I knew. People seem put off that I don’t know what I want. The fact is, I don’t have any career goals. I just want to get by and keep myself out of debt. Consequently, this is making my time in college more difficult than it should be. I just came back from an academic advisor today and I wanted to look at when I can graduate. It wasn’t until later in the session did I realize that my advisor didn’t even know what she was talking about. I just nodded like an idiot and accepted that I’m probably screwed considering I have no idea what I want to do.

As you can see above, I picked a picture from one of my favorite shows Lost GirlĀ to best explain this post. If you haven’t already, I suggest you try the show. It’s available on “Netflix” and the”SyFy” channel. The show ran five seasons and as of last month, the show ended. In a nutshell, the show is about a girl, Bo, who spent most of her life searching for her purpose in life. In the first episode she begins to learn that her life is more complicated and less mundane than she expected. She is a part of a mystical world with (what humans would believe to be fairy tales) Fae. The entire five seasons we follow Bo and her crew and each season we are brought closer to answering the million dollar question. Who is Bo? While watching this show, I begin to relate to Bo a little bit more. She lives in a world that expects her to know what she wants but instead she decides to “live the life I choose”(her exact words). So through the whole series, Bo lives on her own terms and resists conforming to the Fae laws. This can get her in trouble often but she manages to pull through. As far as I know, that’s how I see myself in the future. Living the life I choose. Resisting expectations and instead accepting my life as a lost girl (or a wanderer to be more fitting for this post). The picture is from season 4 where they encounter a mysterious character, the wanderer. Personally, this was my lest favorite season but…I won’t go into that right now. That’s for another time.

To summarize, I have always been wandering aimlessly and that’s the whole reason why I’m blogging. To try something new and see where it takes me. Will it be permanent? I don’t know but I like to write so that’s promising. As of now, I like that this is (sort of) anonymous. I wouldn’t be brave enough to say these things in person. Obviously, the blog is a Ravenclaw because I am a Ravenclaw of course! Perhaps the next post I will talk about that and how I learned how I came to be a Ravenclaw. To get a discussion going, what about you? Is there anybody else that can relate to me? Maybe not, but tell me otherwise. If you were a former wanderer, how did you get out? Let’s talk!

Let’s get started…

Here it is, day one of blogging. I have no idea what I’m doing and I suppose that’s how it will be for some time…Maybe forever. I mean that is the caption of my blog anyhow. I’m lost and perhaps that will always be my fate. I have lots of interests, but nothing in particular has grown into a passion. One reason why I decided to start blogging was to find a different outlet to write. For a few years, I tried diary writing but there was a point where I felt like I was just writing down my feelings. I never felt satisfied and eventually grew bored with just writing down my emotions. I want something more. Something that I can go beyond talking about myself, and instead talk about other things. Books, movies, TV, etc. I see amazing bloggers all the time and I admire what they can do. So here I am, trying out what they do and hoping for the best. I try posting with my private social media (facebook, tumblr, etc.) but there is a point where I feel like those outlets can just be a popularity contest and it’s not always about the quality you put into the posts. Plus, to be honest, I’m afraid of rejection and I don’t really want people to know who I am. If the chance ever comes up, maybe I will consider being more public about my blogging. For now, I’m comfortable with just writing down what’s on my mind without worry that anybody I know could be reading it.