water is the only drink for a wise man

Sometimes nothing real is more beautiful to me than Lake Harriet on a sunny summer evening. Nothing. 

Especially when unreal things seem so much more appealing. Like destroying Horcruxes with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Or trying to solve Harriet Vanger's murder with Mikael Blomkvist and Lisbeth Salander.

Sometimes my life doesn't feel like it's something that's happening to me or maybe that's not quite accurate. Sometimes I feel like my life should be in the pages of the books that I'm reading or the epic day dreams I have because they seem so much...better. Not that I have any real complaints with my life. It's a good life. It's only that sometimes the life that I want to be living and the life that I have feel like they're worlds apart, you know? 

But nothing can pull me out of that feeling like Lake Harriet in the summer, especially when it's getting closer to dark. When there are shadows and all the trees are looming around me. I feel like my city is hugging me and telling me that everything is going to be okay. It's a good feeling.

And that feeling makes me realize that everything is okay and that just because I have grandiose(ish) visions of my life the things that I want are not unattainable, especially if I do something about it. 

Which has really inspired me to do something about it.

Stay tuned.