“How would you describe your perfect day?”
She asked the question as we sipped tea together in the quiet of the afternoon. It’s something we do often – keep each other on track with our approach to life, our dreams and plans, our values and beliefs and simply the way we show up in life each and every day.
We mused over the variety of answers to this unassuming but all-consuming question. I had thought earlier that morning that my plans for this day were something I wanted in my life. The adventure of a day trip, just me and the children with time to visit, chat, laugh and of course drink coffee with a friend.
But… It’s not a day I would want to repeat each and every day. Those big days out need to be nestled in between days of quiet and routine.
But… Those routine, ordinary everyday kind of days seem to make me kind of bored after a while. I understand the value in consistent daily action and the importance of taking small steps with regular monotony and I’ve experienced many layers of achievement by living in this way. (Just ask my children, I’ve been known to sprout this philosophy often when it comes to piano practice, or spelling, or learning to read or….)
But… Deep down, under the calm, routined exterior, I thirst for adventure, excitement, experiences and memories to create.
But… I know this can’t happen everyday. I do need the normality of everyday life as well.
So in answer to a request to describe a ‘perfect’ day, I talked for about 15 minutes and described about that same amount of different scenarios, all of which I’d describe as ‘perfect’. I really, really, really didn’t want to limit myself by describing just one day and then, in some strange turn of events, being forced to live that day over and over and over again. Not my idea of fun. No, I definitely need the unexpected thrown into my life, just to make it interesting.
Sitting in the warm sunshine watching the children play over the weekend, I reflected on this conversation. And realised that I had just lived two days of ‘perfection’. Days which I’ll repeat often, I hope. Days which will certainly make it up there in my list of delightful ways to spend a day (or weekend).
The weekend consisted of:
:: Driving back through some old favourite places we visited often before we moved.
:: Drinking coffee in one of our favourite places, full of character with friendly staff and customers.
:: Exploring the garden (including a magical Alice in Wonderland play area) at a local historical house, which we hadn’t visited in over 2 years.
:: Shopping in an ‘exclusive’ part of town. I came out with two HUGE paper bags and felt like I had been on a major shopping excursion (like I’ve seen in the movies but never really experienced) when I had only bought two rather smallish items. A fun way to shop, and much kinder on the credit card.
:: Playing old favourite board games with the children.
:: Being greeting in the early morning by a beautiful high tide, glorious sunrise, and idyllic weather for paddling and fishing – with breakfast pancakes and coffee being delivered for the hungry crew.
:: Stitching and sewing and stitching and sewing some more.
Yup. It’s what I’ll be calling a ‘perfect’ weekend and adding this to the list of ways I want to spend my days.
:: Live Your Love ::
– Corinna –