What do you think of when you read that phrase?

“Back to reality.”

I can remember the exact day I realized there was something off about the fact that, for many, it means “back to the part of life I don’t like/begrudgingly do.”

Surely, one’s evenings and weekends could equally lay claim to “reality,” no?

Turning the phrase into one of joy rather than dismay.

Apparently, I was a bit of an outlier for seeing it that way.

I remember being struck by the uphill battle I faced to convince my colleagues at the time that “back to reality” could be what we said as we headed out at the start of our supper break, not what we said as it neared its end.

(For context, we were ushers at the Royal Alexandra Theatre — the job where Kayte and I met — and on days when there was a matinée and evening performance, we had 1-2 hours between shows to roam the streets of Downtown Toronto in search of food and relaxation.)

It’s been nearly twenty years since that day, and I’ve slowly met more people aligned with the way I see it. But have also recognized that it’s a choice, and one that many don’t/won’t take. (That “reality” is the “looked-forward-to life” part, not the “begrudgingly-done work” part.)

I still think about it every day. And try my very best to keep that point of view.

Now, maybe you can too!

From reality,
James