Tuesday, February 1, 2011

My dream world

In my dream world ...

My dogs wouldn't 'mark' my treadmill. My fingers wouldn't feel the excruciating pain of a -25 degree Celsius walk with them. My husband would come out of 3 years of college knowing how to change the toilet paper roll, then actually do it. Although it wouldn't matter, because the roll would never come to an end but fighting over stupid things would.

In my dream world ...

Chocolate cake wouldn't be R rated in my diet. Diets wouldn't exist. Nor would the need to scrub my bath tub. The electric fireplace we have would feel (and cost) the same as a gas one. I would have interior decorator instincts causing my house to look perfectly me and I wouldn't care if one room 'matched' the next. Because it wouldn't matter.

In my dream world ...

I would wake up without evidence that a crow has nested itself in my hair. The grays that peak out after distinct efforts to keep it hidden wouldn't bother me. Every pair of pants I owned would be of the yoga persuasion. Yoga would be as easy as it looked. Looks wouldn't matter.

In my dream world ...

People would always be happy therefore causing extreme generosity. All of the close-to-the-store parking spots would be open. As would people's minds causing mass fits of understanding and compassion. There wouldn't be racism, sexism, homophobia, or religiosity, only room for genuine love.

In my dream world ...

Every one would be living out their purpose and be fulfilled with what they do and what they've been given. There wouldn't be 'poor' people because no one would get left behind. We wouldn't have to 'look forward' to something happening because everything that does is exactly as it should and enjoyed for what it is. No one would get sick with fear, disease, ignorance, or despair. We would be whole.

In my dream world ....

My dog Sour would let me cuddle him whenever I wanted. Cuddles would be a requirement of the day. Days would go by at perfect speed. Speed would only be a measurement of time.

In my dream world ....

Old friends live down the street. The street is made of dirt and I don't care if it gets in my house. My house would be open for all who needed it and I would be completely ok with this. I would bake the best chocolate chip cookies after school for my kids and they would appreciate each and every bite (then offer to do the dishes). The neighbour dog would wag rather than bark and not make me scared that he'll eat my dogs Sweet and Sour for his dinner.

In my dream world ...

My writing would be perfect and editing wouldn't be needed (even though I don't do it anyways). People would always understand my sense of humour and I would never say the wrong things. I wouldn't care about winning or pointing out other people's flaws. I'd only look at the good in people and have understanding for the things that are under construction.

In my dream world...

I am always on perfect time. Time doesn't really exist. Everyone can opt to work from home in their pajamas (especially on snow days) and drink the world's best hot chocolate while sitting in front of the cozy warm fire. I know how to deal with every situation that arises. I don't avoid funeral visitations because they are actually fun parties thrown to celebrate a life. Laughter is the most contagious virus and it heals instantly. There are also little elves that live in your cupboards that cook, clean, do your laundry and fix things around your house when you go to bed. They love you too.

In my dream world ....

People teach me how to be a hugger. I teach them how to write thoughtful notes to those that make a difference in their lives. I am comfortably warm all of the time and never need to worry about armpit stains. I am physically fit and able at any given moment and mentally strong enough to handle any fit of rage or discouraging word (even though I won't need to be). I will cry when it makes sense and smile when it doesn't.

Most of all in my dream world ....

I am loved beyond reason by those seen and unseen.



Wait a minute .... this one I already have.

Seems like the others are just extras to remind me what really matters to help me through this very imperfect world. And, that I am likely living someone else's dream world as we speak. Must remember this.

I still look forward to someday enjoying perfection in all of it's glory. Little elves and all.

2 comments:

Danielle said...

i liked this. a lot.

Stacy said...

Love it!