So, my mother and I are watching Miracle on 34th Street and Santa Claus is explaining to Susie, the little girl, that you can be an animal in a zoo or fly south with a flock of geese. I had my own world when I was younger, sometimes I think I’m still in my little world. Full of positivity, and dreams and long winding roads to follow, and endless array of books to visit on a daily basis. An adventure.

As silly as it sounds, I always seem to think that with every step I take it’s an adventure. Chores around the house, a musical. A cozy night drinking tea, a commercial for Celestial Seasonings tea. Yes, it is a little pathetic, ok quite a bit pathetic. But, doesn’t it seem dreamy? I’m in my own little movie. Movie/ stories have plots. Plots have climaxes… My movie just happens to have a lot of little climaxes. 

Wouldn’t life be a little more enjoyable for each individual if they took each event, activity and day as an adventure? To focus on the moment that we are in, the here and now. No matter what it is. Rushing to get holiday shopping done. Imagine you are on a fashion runway. Let your confidence glow, take strong, meaningful strides, smile to people who stare as you walk by. 

It’s not hard. Just visit the Imagination.