So, I’m starting a new scrapbook kit. Puuuurdy flowers.

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Sometimes it hits me, and I shrink upon realizing that I’m a human. If I were a machine, and a really bright shiny one with lots of buttons, and a chip full of memory and endless bandwidth, I could fulfill my dreams without having to compromise them due to human constraints like needing sleep or not having an endless supply of money.

My dreams are big. My body is small. It’s a cruel and marvelous joke that the human brain is capable of such wild imagining. Cruel because not all imaginings will grow wings and be able to fly. Marvelous because what a nice way to spend an afternoon- sitting with a cup of coffee and imagining the world without all of it’s ugliness and pits of quicksand.

I have always been able to imagine endless possibilities, and come up with a million ways I’d like to spend my time, creating creating and creating. Some days, I wish I could turn that imagination off. I wish that I could just sit at my desk and do my job, and not explode brain cells in my head coming up with another wonderful way that the world could be a more beautiful place if only I could blink my eyes and twiddle my nose, and *poof* make things just the way I want them.

Some days I wish I was another boring minion, watching life go by, and waiting to grow old and die.

But not today. Today I pretended to be somebody special, and was on top of the world. Today I imagined being an artist, a creator, and an entrepreneur. Today was a day of daydreaming and conjuring magic carpets that could fly me right into the night sky, where I might just be able to touch the stars in my head. Today was one of the good days.

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