I'm Just A Drama Queen...

I am a dreamer of fantastical dreams. But, it's strange. As I age my dreams haven't become any less fanciful, but my expectations of them being met are dimming. Not in a cynical way...I'm too happy for that. More in a pragmatic...'oh,well' kind of way. My real dreams did sort of come true, and although they are the unromantic versions of my dreams, I am never-the-less able to recognize that dreams aren't like the old Hollywood musicals I love so much. And I am almost as happy.

Maybe that's why I love fog so much. It's like a dream sequence and the fantasy is so much closer beyond the mist than when there is no mist.

I guess you could say I'm just a romantic fool. The challenge for me is not to think about it too much. That's were discontent comes from.

No, I can be grateful for a life that has all the little comforts and a few great moments of passion...because it would be greedy of me to be unsatisfied when so many others have so much less.

(In case you haven't noticed I'm a terrible Drama Queen! I just can't help it.)