What does your ideal day look like?
This is the first prompt that has forced me to close my eyes, as I picture my ideal day. I ask myself a deeper question: What do I truly want to make this day as perfect as it can be?
It demands me to shed the societal expectations of what I think I should want, and instead, look more closely at what my heart really desires for the day.
I wake up peacefully, not awoken by anything, and feeling completely rested. I sit in my screened-in balcony, enjoying the humidity-free early morning air, while I sip on a hot cup of coffee, which has brewed with a sprinkle of cinnamon. I walk Toby around the Peacock Loop, relishing how the sun breaks through the limbs of the old oak trees, bedecked in Spanish Moss. I make homemade French toast from the challah bread I baked the day before. I head to the local botanical gardens to photograph the flowers in bloom. And then I do something social with at least one other human, because I am, after all, an extrovert. It could be a games night, ice skating, going to a movie, eating sushi, catching the sunset on the beach, singing karaoke, trying to complete an escape room. It could be anything; it just has to be something.
That would be my ideal day. I would go to bed feeling rejuvenated, fulfilled, and that I honored my true self.