A battle of wills

I had been thinking about something for quite awhile. I thought it was going to be one of those delicious thoughts I kept all to myself.

Well, I surprised myself by sharing it.

And now, instead of a delicious thought to daydream about, it is going to happen. Oh god. In my daydreams, I was confident and successful. I hadn't lost my touch, you might say.

This here is the danger of making fantasies into reality. You find out if it is as good as you imagined. The anxiety begins, but the confidence is still there. Strange, eh?

The only thing I haven't figured out in my daydreams (cuz I didn't need to) was what would happen if I was successful. Would things remain the same? Would there be resentment? I think that is where most of my anxiety is coming from.
But maybe we would laugh it off, being on equal footing and all.

Here's the thing: I know I will be successful. I think the other person does too. I think my partner-in-crime is just going to pretend to let me try, when all along he has already succumbed.

(HA!)

~Do not expand~