Flights of Fancy

Look forward to every day this week.

Why?

Who knows? Just do.

Last night journaling, something compelled me to write these words. Nothing in my immediate future has changed significantly enough that I should feel anticipatory or excited, but I trust the muse. Why question something so inviting and possibly wonderful? I believe this type of thinking signals an invitation of sorts…as in…Hey, Universe, I am ready for something delightfully fantastic. Wanna play?

And then, today, while I was lost in thought, I remembered an evening. Last year. Florida. Out by the pier. Happy and content was my crew. No huge expectations. Just dinner. Yet, before long, there were two little souls with big toothy smiles…and memories that will not be forgotten.

Out of the blue, we came upon this bungee-cord-vendor that, in a matter of minutes, had my lovelies jumping with joy. Literally. 

Children seem to be fluent in flights of fancy…and are genuinely surprised by a bad day. As adults, however, we get into a rut where our boredom knows no bounds. Our thinking paralyzes us into believing if only we had unlimited resources {money, time, pleasure}, life would be good. Take a field trip away from this, and be extravagant with exuberance. There is a big school of thought out there that believes when we set out to have a grand time, it usually happens. So, for the week, expect something spectacular. Don't dwell on specifics. Just expect the week to be good. Really good.