Let’s pretend…

Sometimes when I’m taking the bus to work, I pretend it’s a shuttle taking me from the airport to a week at a Caribbean resort or other forgetty_rm_photo_of_boy_daydreaming_about_vacationeign destination.

Sometimes I will make a sandwich for myself, garnish it and then wrap it up and put it in the fridge. Later when I pull the sandwich from the fridge and eat it, I pretend that someone else made it for me.

Sometimes when I write I pretend I’m Jane Austen. I’m a woman who documents life, a keen and piercing observer of the world.

I’m a firm advocate of being in the here and now, and I’m pretty sure I’m not suffering from psychosis (but if anyone wants to argue otherwise, tell me!). So what is the point of all my pretending?

It’s good for me.

Pretending helps me know what my heart needs even when my head hasn’t gotten the memo.

Sometimes I need a break from my everyday life, an adventure or challenge. I dream about a relaxing getaway or exotic travels.

Sometimes I wish someone would take care of me. I need to feel like I’m not alone and doing it all for myself. I pretend some other loving body has made me a sandwich.

Sometimes I need to feel that what I do matters, that my work transcends time and space and reaches people in a way that changes them for the better.

Pretending reveals the urges of my heart. And that revelation is the first step to creating the reality that I need.

 

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12 thoughts on “Let’s pretend…

  1. My sister and I found a button that said “Reality is the only obstacle to happiness.” “That’s why I’m not happy,” she said. “That’s why I’m not realistic,” I laughed back. A healthy approach to life lies somewhere between our views, and I think you’ve captured that beautifully. We need reality to ground us, but we need to ignore it on occasion because sometimes dreams are bigger than the mundane world.

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  2. “Pretending helps me know what my heart needs even when my head hasn’t gotten the memo.” Girl I’m going to make you the best sandwich ever! You deserve it. May I just say…awesome sauce! 😉

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  3. Audrey:

    Based on the responses I have seen to some of your posts I would say that both of these are not things you pretend, but are in fact a reality even if you do not see it yet.

    “Sometimes when I write I pretend I’m Jane Austen. I’m a woman who documents life, a keen and piercing observer of the world.”
    and
    “Sometimes I need to feel that what I do matters, that my work transcends time and space and reaches people in a way that changes them for the better.”

    Yours, Learning to be
    Steven

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  4. Audrey I love this post so much! You deserve to feel taken care of! And although it’s much more lovey-luxurious to be taken care of by someone else admittedly, you are DEFINITELY taking great, loving care of yourself. And many people in or out of relationships can’t say the same thing!

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