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Monday, November 15, 2004

Fantasy Land

Mondays are such rough days - it is such a hard adjustment to wake up early after a few days of getting to sleep in. So I am always overtired, which for me translates into overly emotional, and I don't usually have very good Monday mornings. This Monday morning I have decided to indulge in a little fantasy land, so here goes. In my fantasy world: I could just go to school and not work in a meaningless, boring job. I would take whatever classes I wanted, and have classmates that were also interested in the material and we would have stimulating, intellectual, interesting and thought-provoking discussions all the time. At least once a day, someone would tell me, for no reason whatsoever, that they loved me. And then they would give me a big hug.

There would be no need for grocery shopping. Or laundry. Or vacuuming. Or taking out the garbage.

I would have someone else to cook for, which would mean I would end up with actual meals.

The temperature outside would always be warm enough that I wouldn't have to wear a jacket. There could be snow, because it is so pretty, but it would be warm. I would have a loving husband to take care of and to take care of me. Even in fantasy land things wouldn't be perfect, because I know better than to even fantasize about that, but I would have someone who loved me for who I am, and pledged to be with me for the rest of my life. And I to him. And we would be building a warm home shared with many loved ones.

I would always be there for the people I know, I would always remember to call people on their birthdays, and I wouldn't let friendships slip through my fingers because I am not good at keeping in touch. People would care about each other's feelings. Sometimes even above their own.
Okay, snap out of fantasy land, it's back to my regularly scheduled program. The truth is, and I know this in my heart - reality is really not that bad either.

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