The Best Day
I was recently given the question, by a writer friend who asks good questions like this to inspire writerliness, of what my perfect day would be. I’ve been asked this before, but have never before enjoyed answering it. It always induced guilt and confusion, utterly. Such as… would my kids be involved in my perfect day? If I say yes, then how do I get a moment to think/sew/eat chocolate without it being taken from me? And if no, how could it be perfect because I adore my kids and want to be with them? Other mothers I know answer the question with lots of not-being-with-kids and spending the day at the spa. I could never relate to that at all. What the heck IS a spa anyway? Isn’t it just a great big bathroom? Yuck.
But THIS time… I have an answer. My perfect day would be 24 hours of enjoying EVERYTHING. Everything! Even the dishes and the kids fighting (because that’s really just a direct message to me, right?), every kid-invented game that I normally struggle to immerse myself in, every little and big thing. I would enjoy all of it and not want more or less or different. It would be a day of contentment. Passionate contentment.
Okay, so after all that I can’t help adding things that I also would love—but I wouldn’t need these to make the day perfect because I’m already enjoying all of it, see? But here goes: There would be me and my family at a lake, warm sun, birds, a big dog, a campfire (my favorite smell), good food, gentle breezes, clothes that fit me right, chocolate without a single headache chasing it, and total fabulous beautiful gorgeous widespread RELAXATION.
I feel so good just thinking about it!
What’s your perfect day?