Realist with Fairytale Dreams

Recently, someone told me I was a girl with “fairytale dreams”. At first I didn’t know how to take that phrase; it almost felt like a sort of dig but it got me thinking. How could I be classified with something like that when I am such a realist. Okay, okay. I know a lot of people say this about themselves, but I really am one. For as long as I can remember I’ve been a thinker. I weigh my options. I like having a plan. I know that not everyone will like me and that life is definitely not a fairytale.

I’m not naive, I know that most guys are assholes and that I can do pretty much anything on my own, that good jobs are hard to come by and that loving where you live is important. But then there’s a side of me that wants to do so much more.  A  side that wants to drop everything and start fresh. To travel place to place talking to, writing about and taking photos of everything I see and the people I meet. The realistic side of me says that these ideas are fun, but not part of “the plan”. But the “fairytale” side says shutting these ideas down is the quickest way to be unhappy. Why not do these things? What could possibly be holding you back?

Maybe its okay to have “fairytale dreams”. Maybe it’s those dreams that allow us to reach our full potential. It’s a double-edged contradiction but its up to you to determine which path you take. I’m at the crossroad between realism and adventure and its time to pick a side.

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