In Touch with Reality.

As a child I used to love inventing various realities.  One moment I'm a successful fashion designer, another moment I'm a dim sum waitress, and in still another moment I operate my own bank.  And I can't forget the various performances my sister and I schemed, all to entertain ourselves during our early years without a television.

Now that I'm grown I still like to live in the world of pretend.  This week I spent an entire afternoon nursing my cold back to health by engrossing myself in the Korean soap I mentioned an entry ago and reading Jane Austen's Emma.

It was an indulgence that left me feeling a bit guilty; when's the last time I've sat in front of the television for three hours, or settled down with a good book for a couple hours straight?  It's been awhile.  I get the idea that this somehow isn't allowed here, and in fact sometimes work and play get confused such that I agonize over what are my own lofty, impossible ideals.

So let me get back in touch with Reality here.  I like that this is Life as He reveals.  No need to invent or manipulate (Emma, take note ).