There are times when I swear my life is like the daily mail. <br />I will dress for the occasion, attempt to curb my excitement <br />for the far-fetched possibilities awaiting me, <br />and even venture out into the elements <br />to embrace whatever fate has delivered to my doorstep. <br /> <br />My inner child will conjure up frivolous fantasies of <br />lottery winnings, undeserved and unpurchased, <br />warm, heartfelt connections from long lost friends, <br />or some unsolicited adventure reaching out <br />to change my Sleeping Beauty into sublime Cinderella. <br /> <br />And, as usual, I’ll gather my paper wits about me, <br />sigh facing an overabundance of sales pitches, <br />empty promises and mistaken identities, <br />and retreat to the familiar comforts of my interior <br />deciding once again that, at least for today, <br />exploring my imagination is far more satisfying than <br />anything tempting me on the colder side of my door.<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-outside-the-box/
