Quickly list five things you’d like to change in your life.
Now write a post about a day in your life once all five have been crossed off your to-do list.
- My Hair. I wish for long straight thick blonde hair instead of short curly thinning grey streaked frizzing
charcoalcharred locks. - Organize Drawers, Closets and Cabinets. They are not visible to the naked eyes of visitors so they only seem to get worse with time.
- A New Car. Replace the one that serves well but is nicked, scratched and starting to emit S.O.S. light signals.
- Live Closer to Family. 3,000 miles is just a bit too far to stop by and say hello.
- Have a Big Fuzzy Loving Dog. Somehow hugging a stuffed pup, a teddy bear and a toy bunny just doesn’t do it.
Ahh – the first day of the rest of my life:
Molly, a sweet Golden Retriever, wakes me up ready for big slurpy kisses and warm snuggly hugs. My husband Bill, might get in on the act too and we are all left collapsed and giggling! Hurrah! It’s already a great day!
Then a quick look in the mirror is rewarded by a glamorous apparition – long blonde hair (mine – not Molly’s)! I have to spend more time brushing it though because it is now gloriously thick and shiny.
Ah yes, aging has only added more youth and I am finally a raving beauty (even if the new color of my hair really doesn’t go with my Slavic skin tones).
No more searching for that hairbrush either because all the drawers, cabinets and closets in the house are absolutely pristine and ordered. In fact, even the canned goods in the kitchen are placed alphabetically.
There is no frustration on this day because everything is in its nice clean proper spot.
So why do I have the maddening urge to mess things up?
Molly is fed, walked and hops into my nice new convertible. She is very neat, never gets muddy feet and does not shed either so the new car is in no danger of being defiled unless it rains.
Now if the car will only start on cue and not emit “Help!” messages on the dashboard.
“Let’s go for a ride to see the family Mol!” She is so excited and I am too, about a ride with the wind in our blonde hair culminating in a visit with the people we love most.
I just hope the kids at my son’s house don’t want to borrow the car.
What a day it has been.
But take it from beautiful me, “Nothing is perfect.” Someone else may have said that of course.
Imagination is a wonderful thing? I think I did say that.
~Dor