The Perfect Day

One of the many blogs I enjoy is Molly Greene: Writer.  You’ll find her listed on the right of The Mess under the blogs I read and I highly recommend you check her out.  She is truly a help and inspiration to other writers.  She’s also working hard to reach her dreams and her Perfect Day.  With that in mind, she has challenged the rest of us to consider ours and to write about it.  When she first issued the challenge I was already buried under an avalanche of WIPs, so I wrote it under “If Time Permits” and assumed it was never going to happen.

However, after our family vacation up in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee where we rented a cabin for the weekend, I was once again reminded of my dreams and Molly’s blog.  With twelve hours in a car ahead of me as we headed home, I decided it was time to revisit her challenge.  So, what you are about to read is a day in the life of Futuristic Robbie Cox, and one day it will be a reality.

If I could have my druthers… My druthers have never been of the elaborate variety.  I have no desire to be rich or even famous.  I want enough money to be able to do what I want when I want without worrying.  I want to be able to help my children if they ever need it, but I want to see each of them successful enough that they don’t.  Then everything I do for them is just spoiling.  I also want the girls to be able to follow their passions without worry.

In my perfect world I own three homes, one along a private Florida beach, the other a cabin in the mountains and finally the third would be a penthouse in Manhattan.  I’d split the year up between the three and every morning would start the same, coffee on the back porch watching the sunrise with the girls.  (Of course, this would mean they would be eager to rise that early and that may be harder to achieve than the three homes.)  No one would be rushing to get to work and we’d be able to enjoy a leisurely morning with each other.

After a hearty breakfast and a quick workout, we would each go off to pursue our passions.  I wouldn’t travel far, just to my office with a view.  I’d spend the first bit of my work day catching up on correspondence and social media interactions.  I would then move on to my many writing projects enjoying the creative energy of words when they are flowing.  Deadlines would be met without sweat and ideas would be never ending.

When lunchtime came around, I’d either be enjoying it with a friend or the girls.  It wouldn’t be rushed, shoveling food down our throats so that we can get back to the office.  We could savor each morsel as well as the company. 

After lunch would be the time to explore.  A visit downtown, a walk on the beach, or a mountain trail or perhaps visiting a museum or a new store.  Something to both relax and stimulate the mind at the same time.  While it would leave me with a peaceful feeling, it would also fill me with ideas and characters.

By 2:30, I’m down for a thirty minute nap; maybe an hour.  Between 2:30 and 4 is my worse time of the day and I’ve learned to stop fighting it.  A nap rejuvenates my mind as well as my body.  I honestly believe if everyone took a nap shortly after lunch we would all be more productive.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Once my nap was done, I’d spend two more hours working.  This would be the research or organizational tasks that need done along with another quick check on the social media interactions.  These are the things that have to be done, but are best left to when the words aren’t flowing.  At around 5:30 the work portion of my day is complete and the family portion begins. 

As much as I love writing, creating worlds and going on an adventure with extraordinary characters, the time with my family is by far the greatest part of my day.  We will sit around the back porch playing cards and telling stories or maybe venture out and take in a play or concert.   Some nights we’re in the reading room each lost in a novel, pausing from the tale only long enough to share an exciting excerpt with the others.  The grill would be used as friends popped over because we love entertaining as much as we love being alone. 

Finally, we would settle into bed, exhausted yet refreshed from a day that brought growth as well as harmony to each of us.  By eleven, I’m happily snoring away, eager for the next day’s dreams to be a reality.  Each day would have time enough for everything to be completed without the overwhelming stress of a clock.

This is my Perfect Day.  Weekends would be spent with the girls and me enjoying mini-adventures or just relaxing by the pool.  The most elaborate portion of my future is the homes I wish to dwell in.  Everything else to me is pretty simplistic and the exciting part is I’m a third of the way there.  It’s meant some changes and adjustments, choosing between better and best, but with every step closer to seeing it all come about, those tough decisions have been worth it.  I have no doubt that it will all come to fruition. 

So, what’s your Perfect Day?  As Molly said, until you know what you want, you won’t know how to get there.  Sit down today to take your time creating your Perfect Day.  Don’t worry about how crazy you think it seems.  This is the time to dream, so dream big.  Then share it with us here at The Mess.  I’d love to see what your future will look like.

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