In Search of a Perfect World
There will be cat groups and lots of them.
Welcome to day two of the “Beyond Cupid’s Arrow” challenge! The prompt for February 2nd is from Karen Schwartz: “In a perfect world, I’d be …”
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In a perfect world, I’d be unemployed. Not like broke and starving unemployed, and not exactly retired unemployed — I certainly don’t want to add 14 or so years to my age just so I can sit around reading books and napping. Just staying at home, lazing around in bed, traveling whenever I please, hanging out with my besties level unemployed.
In a perfect world, I’d wear my pajamas all day long. I’d never, and I cannot emphasize this enough, ever wear a bra. All pants would be elastic-waisted, and all tops loose and flowy. I would take a shower each day, and blow out my hair nice and straight. Self-care, people! I’d still put on make-up and paint my nails, which would surely give my jammies a touch of class.
In a perfect world, I’d join dozens (more) cat groups on Facebook. They’d all have names like “The Bappening,” “I’m this Cat’s Lawyer and They’re Innocent,” and “I Want to Apply this Cat Directly to My Face.” I would sit around cackling at the cute memes and donating money to various cat-fostering organizations.
In a perfect world, I’d have the time to sit at my desk and ponder such an unencumbered life, yet as I wrote it all out, I’d realize that while all that would be fun, none of it is what makes me truly content. My mind would skim easily from visions of indolent loafing to the things — and people — I genuinely enjoy. The day-to-day bits of life and love that make my world so special.
So in a perfect world, I wouldn’t be taller or thinner or younger, I’d still be me. My husband would be my favorite person, the one I always want to talk to and scheme with, so that’s the same, too. I’d choose to live in my current house and have the same two kids, and I’d be surrounded by the love of a close circle of family and friends. I’d appreciate every single day, exactly as it comes, and I’d be thankful for each new sunrise.
In a perfect world, I’d be blissfully happy exactly where I am. How about that? Looks like I’m already there.
