Okay, I admit it. I'm one of those girls who watches Jane Austin movies for hours and hours (BBC's Pride and Prejudice, etc) and walks around in a fog all day wishing I could wear a hoop skirt and fall in love with Mr. D'Arcy. Which is all fine and good.
But, my question is this: when does daydreaming go too far? This is a question I really grappled with several years ago when I had just graduated from college and was more prone to living a significant part of my life in that daydream world. At that point, I actually became convicted that escaping mentally to another reality was tantamount to rejecting a precious gift from God. No, heavenly Father, this life you've given me isn't quite what I wanted. Now that I'm a busy mother, I no longer have the luxury of extensive musings, but I do avoid reality in a different, more subtle way—I live for tomorrow. (And, of course, tomorrow never comes.) When I get the bills paid, when I get published, when I move into a bigger house, when I win the lottery . . .
I don't go to the past, but I know those who do. When I was in college, when I was in charge, when I was younger, thinner, prettier . . . As I see it, the two ditches on either side of reality are fantasy and nostalgia. And, as Rudyard Kippling said, the middle line is hard to hold. So, this is my vow today: I'll appreciate what's right in front of me. I'll thank God for my life, as it is. And I'll bring a little bit of that genteel Victorian essence into the present.
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"The two ditches on either side of reality are fantasy and nostalgia."
Oooh I really liked that! And I really enjoyed reading and lurking about your blog. I am now a new follower.
If you ever want to run screaming from your past take a polygraph test. I'm telling you...it will take years off of your walk down memory lane.
Disclaimer: The polygraph was for a job I was offered, I was NOT a suspect in a crime.
Enjoyed this post Tonya.
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