At the moment my daydreams are far better than reality…
In my daydreams I slay dragons. I converse with a myriad of mythical creatures.
Men who are smart, witty, talented and fun find me irresistible and interesting.
In my daydreams I am strong and brave and fun. I am vivacious and free.
My daydreams allow me to follow my dreams – I am always an author/artist/photographer. I have the freedom to follow my passions without stress or worry. And I manage to earn money from my art.
My daydreams are not without problems – there are always insurmountable tribulations that need to be faced. But I always win out in the end and I face them with grace.
I am talented and smart. And for some reason aforementioned man always thinks I’m beautiful (even though I remain the plain jane I am).
Mostly in my daydreams I find my place in the world and I live my life well. I am comfortable and I don’t have to try so hard.
I am forced to wonder if I have spent entirely too much time in the company of fictional characters that I have begun to expect far too much from life.
So the question is… will reality ever overtake my daydreams?