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.
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