Confession. I used to play house. Stop judging me. We would really go all out. Wake up like we were starting our day. Get ready for work. Have a pretend breakfast. Go to work. Come home from work. Kiss. Go to bed. Smoke. Well, pretend to smoke. Another confession, I would steal moms cigarettes. We would act as if our little brothers were our kids. Weird, I know.

The point being is that often I find myself playing life now. Doing what I’ve seen others do. Trying to be someone I’m not. As if it’s a pretend world that I can leave at any time. I tend to create those false realities and find security in them. But it’s not what I am created for. there’s so much more. There’s a life to pursue….a life to better. A dream to live. A wife to love.

Do you find yourself creating false realities? What are you doing to keep yourself from living in that realm?