I have a vivid imagination. I can think up the most incredible scenarios, the most entertaining plots, and the most beautiful love stories. I wish I could harness this power for good and start writing successful novels, but I digress.
I feel very comfortable with my imagination. I like to dream up my future and think about a handsome cowboy named Steve who sweeps me off my feet like Curly in Oklahoma and we live happily every after with my family nearby (because he will be an orphan or only child with little to no family so he will want to spend time with MY family.)
Well, sometimes things happen that crack the barrier between fantasy and reality and I have discovered that it scares me. I told my shrink about something that really upset me lately and she was like, “The fantasy has the potential to become real… and you don’t like that.” (Not in the cowboy Steve fantasy, nothing like that.)
Long story short, when the dream is in my mind I have total control, when it starts to bleed into my real life I lose all control and all predictability and that is no bueno.
So… the real question is, how many things in my life have I self sabotaged? Careers? Relationships? Finances? *sigh*
Sometimes life feels like one step forward six steps back,
Redheaded Jill 
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