(Real or imagined.)
In my current life situation I think a great day would be waking up around 11am, preferably in the first blush of autumn when it’s cool but not cold and the wind has an electricity to it that instantly wakes me up from the inside out. I’d lay there and snuggle the cats for a while, then finally roll out of bed.
I’d have an iced coffee and possibly some breakfast; then I’d go out to a coffee shop, perhaps with my friend Nan, and write for a while. My roomie L and I would go to an afternoon movie at the Alamo Drafthouse (I haven’t been to a movie in…this whole year?), then maybe do a bit of shopping and definitely go somewhere for giant milkshakes (someplace that has ones I can drink too).
Now at this point the day could end one of two ways: A gathering at the house with all my near-and-dears and a very large pitcher of sangria and/or Mexican mules; or a quiet evening in, making something on my table in the living room, while L and I watch a marathon of new TV episodes (Strange New Worlds would be my preference right now) or movies. The party would be fabulous because I wouldn’t have to choose just one lovely person to share my great day with – I could have them all! But then again, just making things, or writing, or reading at home, maybe with one of the aforementioned adult beverages or just a cup of coffee or chai, sounds pretty damn good too. Either way I’d go to bed knowing I didn’t have to get up early, and fall asleep when my body decided to without stress.
Oooh, and it would come up a thunderstorm that night – nothing violent, just wonderful sky music to fall asleep to.
Sure, there are more ideal days I could imagine, but this is what I feel is realistic enough that I don’t roll my eyes thinking about it. True wealth, I have decided here in my 40s, is having a life you don’t constantly want to run away from, and enough money not to be scared all the time. Give me both of those conditions and I could probably have a great day doing just about anything.