I remember a time when I would look forward to Friday night. In fact, I would look forward to a particular television show on Friday night, I would look forward to hearing the theme music, because the opening bars had become a symbol to me that the week was over and the next two days and three nights were my time. I wish things could be that simple again. I wish I could wave a wand, tap a hat, swirl a cape, and disappear to somewhere else, somewhere far away, somewhere where life is beautiful and I can be happy again.
But wishes, as they say, don’t wash dishes, and while escapist fantasy may make for entertaining television, it’s still fantasy. And yet it is said, "Fantasies are more than substitutes for unpleasant reality; they are also dress rehearsals, plans. All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination."
People do make changes. People do start over. People do travel the world. If I imagine I will do these things, then I have begun the doing of them, haven’t I?