I’ve had so many things swimming around in my head the last month or so that it became impossible to try and write them. So many thoughts, so many things I felt like I could have easily written about:
-Whether passion and security/stability are mutually exclusive, and if so, how can you possibly choose between them?-The death of my beloved Gilmore a little over a year ago.
-Love. What it means. How it feels. The different kinds of love, in my eyes anyway 😉
-More on love-what not being loved feels like, or not feeling loved anyway.
-Survival, and how I lived to tell about two abusive relationships
And numerous other things that I can’t think of right now.
What brings me to the keyboard today was the apparent seamless transition of fantasy into reality, and then back again, and how the spell of the fantasy wasn’t broken. At least to me. I’d never experienced anything like it before. I wonder if it will happen again.
I admit to living in my head; probably more often than I should. So then it’s no surprise that, I guess, I have a “rich fantasy life.” And that fantasy life includes thoughts of the life I might have led had I made different choices. I was lucky enough to get a tiny glimpse into that fantasy life, and the way it seamlessly meshed with everything at that moment literally took my breath away.
I wish I could speak in detail about the incident; but to do so would violate all sorts of tacit private agreements. I can only hold the memory close in my heart and reflect on it from time to time. I can smile to myself with the knowledge that the reality would be every bit as fulfilling as the fantasy, and wish and wait for another opportunity for the worlds to collide again.
Good point. I hadn’t thuhgot about it quite that way. 🙂