Ice Cream Castles. In The Summertime.

The title is fitting. Trust me.

This post is about fantasies.  Whether you fantasize about that dream house, car, career or man/woman, sometimes you have to indulge.  Every once in a while you have to dust that fantasy off and try it on for size; let your mind get your feelings out of mental layaway.

I am a hopeless romantic.  Just like eating a cheeseburger and fries, I have to let myself go there.  I have to live in that place where that man who loves me unconditionally comes to life, if it is only for a moment.  I live him, I breathe him.  I take my hope and marry  it to  my penny wishes and inhale that fantasy until I am intoxicated with a love that has not yet manifested in the flesh.

I have to.  I must let my fantasies appear in technicolor.  If I don’t allow myself to savor my fantasy in small, appropriate portions I leave open that door to over indulge to the point I pack my bags and relocate to Dillusionville.  Too much of something is never a good thing.

Let your fantasies come out and play every once in a while.  Doing so will let you stay fit in your current reality.