When Fantasy Goes Awry

Fantasy writers create worlds within worlds and story scenes inside the mind at any given moment. It’s just what we do. And when it comes to our real life…not much different.

Possible scenes:

1. Imagining a rude, condescending boss tied to a chair, mouth taped, as we peacefully finish our work. Disclaimer: No bosses were hurt during the writing of this post or thereafter.

2. A traffic-free expressway/highway.

3. No line at our favorite restaurant for lunch.

4. A quiet spot in the house where everyone around us is floating overhead in slow-mo and on mute just to be able to get a few moments of writing done.

5. The day the youngest child becomes of age–the ripe old age of eighteen (okay, so this was my favorite one anyway).

Yesterday was that day for me and it failed in comparison to what I imagined years ago. There was going to be a party…for me, celebrating my new independence. But alas, the day came and instead of partying, a slight whimper escaped my lips as I repeatedly glanced over at my baby girl all growed up.

The parental tears of empty-nesting were falling like icicle daggers, realizing that she wouldn’t need me anymore because she was coming into her own. This was supposed to be a good thing, I thought. Is this what happens when real-life and fantasy don’t see eye to eye?

And then it happened, she looked at me and asked if we could get matching tattoos. Oh…the honor felt that she would let me, her mom, share a piece of her hip, new adult world and there was no prouder moment.

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Not quite ready to release her out into society just yet, so I’m going to keep her close a little while longer. Now, onto new fantasies in the true fashion of, “be careful what you wish for,” or fantasize about.

How did your fantasy-to-real-life moment play out? Was it close to, true to or not at all what you imagined?