If Reality were a person they would be the bitter, cynical, twisted one who sat at the back of the class reminding everyone that magic can't happen. Reality's a bitch.
Today Reality came and hit me with a with a thirty-four item long to-do list. I dislike Reality, generally.
But sometimes, occasionally, Reality can be a pretty sweet thing. You may, perhaps, realise that you're really, very good at your job and that people appreciate what you're doing. You also may come home to a quiet, empty house, find that someone's left you dinner pre-cooked in the fridge, pick fresh salad leaves from your garden, put on your new favourite album and dance like a member of the Bee Gee's. Perhaps Hamish Blake will happen to be on TV tonight, and you'll realise you've had a crush on him for the past five years, making him possibly your longest romantic relationship (because we all know a relationship can be one-sided). And possibly you'll find a half-full bottle of free, expensive wine in the fridge which noone has claimed for their own, clamouring for you to drink up.
Or, if you're me, you'll encounter all these joys at once. And you'll also buy an amazing new and beautiful film for a fantastically bargain price on your break from work and somehow you'll realise that in the end, Reality isn't such a bad place to be sometimes.
Maybe, if Reality were a person, they'd actually be the shy little kid who sits in the middle of the classroom, next to the window, who doesn't speak up much but wishes the others would notice them a little more, because they think they had something pretty unique for show and tell.
Yeah. Wine makes for soppy blog posts.
Ps. I've completely lost my 34 item to-do list. I have no idea where it is, but taking it as a sign to stop work and enjoy the here and now. I like my Reality.