Beware of fantasies

I just read Priscilla Presley's account of her relationship with Elvis and I have walked down that same trail minus the drugs and fame. Only she had the wherewithal, both financially and mentally, to leave after four years and I stayed nearly thirty.

I am constant if not the brightest bulb on the loyalty string.

On the other hand I have managed to live out many fantasies in my lifetime.

There is something tasty and exciting about doing that. In the beginning the wonder is exhilarating. I can't believe I am doing (whatever it is that I am doing.)  I am following a dream that I have often had since childhood, or at least my teenage years.

Living the dream!

Everyone should do that! But the kicker is dreams are not forever and knowing when to wake up, smell the coffee and bow out is crucial to survival.

All leprechauns do not lead you to pots of gold. All angels are not from heaven and symphony conductors are not all heart and soul.

In the end I have to walk on my own two legs, use my own good sense and waltz away knowing there will be other fantasies and perhaps one of them will morph into a reality more fantastical than the dream.