We all know perfection is a myth.
Unlike the winged unicorn which is more than a figment of my imagination. In fact, I saw one just the other day, out of the corner of my right eye. Fine, I saw something flit across my peripheral vision, and I choose to believe it’s a one horned horse with wings. So sue me for taking creative liberties. Actually don’t sue me because that’d be a huge pain in my badonkey-donk, and I don’t have much of one.
What I do have though is a lot of imagination, and sometimes I envision what my life would be like in a perfect world.
In a perfect world, Macaroni and Cheese would meet all my nutritional needs.
In a perfect world, you could use glitter without finding it in every crevice of your being, months and months later.
In a perfect world, we’d have world peace. Sorry, I know it’s predictable, but the Hippie in me had to go there.
In a perfect world, I could walk through walls and disappear at will, if only to rival my superhero cat, who now believes he is Batman for some odd reason.
In a perfect world, I’d have blog posts lined up and ready to go, as opposed to feverishly penning them late into the night or the wee hours of the morning.
In a perfect world, food insecurities would be non-existent and companies like Monsanto would be banned to the ninth layer of some murky and shadowy underworld.
In a perfect world, the Breadsmith would make English Muffins on the regular, so I can make this Egg and Cheese Sandwich a weekend staple.
In a perfect world, snow plows wouldn’t dump feet of snow at the base of my freshly shoveled driveway.
In a perfect world, I’d be home to catch them in the act, so I can chase them down the street like a mad woman, shaking my fist.
In a perfect world, I could transport myself across the globe with a click of my heels and the blink of an eye. Right now, I’d go somewhere above freezing.
In a perfect world, mimosas with a side of water would become the new gold standard for breakfast.
In a perfect world, I wouldn’t unknowingly step in a pile of regurgitated cat food in very thin trouser socks. Not gonna lie; it’s happened more than once.
In a perfect world, nap time would be completely acceptable in the work place.
In a perfect world, my white chocolate bark would have hardened enough for me to share a recipe. Instead, I had to eat the entire mess directly from the pan with a spoon. Actually, this one worked out just fine.
In a perfect world, ♫ there “wouldn’t be no such thing as jealousies or B felonies. Strictly living longevity to the destiny.” ♫
In a perfect world, I wouldn’t need to rip off Nas for content.
In a perfect world, emojis would come with an explanation because what is happening here? Is this a kiss? If so, I don’t think I want one.
In a perfect world, you could ask your future self how you feel about those tattoos now before actually getting inked.
In a perfect world, cancer wouldn’t exist and the bird flu can go suck it.
In a perfect world, we’d recognize perfection doesn’t actually exist and we’d be content with our realities, including the ones which involve mythical one-horned creatures.
Your turn. Fill in the blank: “In a perfect world, ___________________.”