I found myself glued to the firm blue cushions of my computer chair, swiveling back and forth staring at the bright screen before me. A blank white page pulled up, yearning to be filled with inspiring words. A solitary line in the top corner blinking with anticipation. My fingers hovering idly over the key board, tongue pressed against my teeth. My brain buzzing with random thoughts. Like what supplies I needed to make dinner with, what farm choirs I had to finish before dark, when were new seasons of my favorite TV shows being released. A few songs from my nephew’s cartoons would jump in at random increments, playing in the back of my mind on a continuous loop. It was still early enough in the day that I found the tunes catchy, singing a few of the words aloud swaying my body to the imaginary music. As the early morning started to fade into late afternoon those cheery melodies have a habit of becoming my own personal nightmare as they pop to the foreground of my mind for the sixteenth millionth time. I had all of this going on within my brain but as far as what I should write for my first ever blog, well you could say that my creative thoughts were slamming themselves into a brick wall. I considered just writing about myself though I found that to be quite challenging and somewhat egotistical. Maybe I will come back to that topic at a later date. My next thought was to talk about my book, the whole reason why I was starting this blog and creating this webpage. Again I couldn’t find the right words for this topic. Everything that I could think of at the time sounded too much like a sales pitch.
It wasn’t until several weeks later after I had abandoned all hope of writing something semi decent for this thing that an idea struck me. I was outside doing my weekly clean out of my duck ponds, in barely forty-degree weather, wishing that the wind would stop blowing so wildly, day dreaming about springtime and the warmer weather that was sure to come with it. This day dream set the wheels turning and the words pouring from my lips. I started considering what I would describe as my perfect day. A question that I had answered on more than one occasion. Describe your perfect day. Everyone, I believe, can recall being asked this simple question as least once in their lives. If I remember correctly, I was giving it as a short writing assignment in school once maybe twice. It’s funny how my expectations of a perfect day have evolved over the years. When I was young my desires were simpler. Getting a new Barbie would have been my perfect day or a day that I could come home from school with no homework. I hoped for that one quite often. As I grew older I started describing what I wanted the weather to be like on this perfect day. A good thunder storm where you could sit outside and watch the clouds roll in. Or a spring morning with a light chill in the air and a warm sun beating down on you. As I entered the work force my perfect day turned into wanting to become a millionaire in a day and getting the heck out of the job that was making me so miserable. I ran through all of these purposed days and though some of them would still be nice, I realized that none of them were what my heart truly desired. As I watched the ducks splash in the crystal clear water I knew that on my perfect day, I wouldn’t care what the weather was like. It could be blistering hot or pouring down rain. I could be swimming in money or poorer than dirt. What would be truly amazing is to be able to see my Grandma Bishop or my Grandpa Giese again. To be surrounded by the people I love most and to spend the entire day with them laughing, talking or playing games is my true definition of a perfect day. At the end of every day my family is the most important part of my life and each moment we share is precious.
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