🌙 Dreaming in Technicolor: My What-If Life

You ever catch yourself staring into space, coffee in hand, and suddenly you’re not in your living room anymore? Nope, you’re on your private patio overlooking the ocean, sipping something that doesn’t come in a mug, and you’re wondering how your assistant managed to schedule your third spa day this week.

Dreaming, my friends, is free entertainment with full benefits.

Yesterday, I let myself go full-throttle into the fantasy zone. And let me tell you — it was glorious. There was a chef (because I’m tired of pretending I like washing dishes), a personal shopper (so I don’t spend 45 minutes choosing between 37 shades of “mocha brown” nail polish), and a home so peaceful even my Wi-Fi behaved.

And then, just as I was about to order Bear his own chaise lounge and Mocha a diamond-studded treat jar, my alarm went off — rude. So back I went to my real life: reheating coffee, dodging dog toys, and wondering if I could manifest a nap instead of a miracle.

But here’s the truth — dreaming about what life could look like isn’t about escape. It’s about permission. Permission to want more, to laugh at what “fancy you” might do, and to remind yourself that you’re not stuck — you’re just warming up.

So here’s to all of us who dream big, even if the budget says, “girl, calm down.” 😉