Just go to your happy place. That one place you can escape to and find pure joy. That's what my mom used to tell me before the doctors would stick me with a needle for one reason or another as a child. I would always dream of Disney World. It seemed the most clique childhood fantasy although not my own personal paradise.
Nowadays I find myself daydreaming about one particular place and everything to do with it. The long car rides there and back, with the wind in my hair even on the days when my air conditioning functioned properly. I would sing at the top of my lungs as I inevitably drove faster than the posted speed limits. I would arrive simultaneously with my other family members coming from different directions. There would be midnight walks down to the lake to stare at the galaxies, camp fires with goodies to eat, long quiet afternoons with a book to read, peaceful walks and bike rides, waking up to chocolate doughnuts and hilarious small town radio programs . At this rate I could write tourist advertisements for the state of Michigan. I'm guessing everyone has that one special place. That place that lets you clear your head, refocus your heart and keep on trucking. Lucky for me I have an active imagination so I can go to that special place right before I feel the sting.
One day I will get back to that place and will appreciate it even more.
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