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Wait... What?

When I was younger I’d get in trouble at school for doodling on my class work.  Sometimes it would happen without me realizing it.  

I’ve locked eyes with a cute  guy on the street and heard wedding bells in the background.

I’ve glanced at a magazine ads of foreign, beautiful places and replaced the models with myself. 

Remember My So Called Life?   I had a Jordan Catalano.  Sigh….  His name was Joey.  

 All these years, gazing off into nowhere in particular, painting pretty pictures.

Have I been getting in my own way? 

Or can I reconcile being a grown up with daydreaming?