Perfect Day.
In an imperfect season of life, perfect days can still be found.
In my nearly 28 years of life, I’ve yet to describe a day in my life as the perfect day — that is, until this past Sunday happened. For the first time in my life, I had what I’d refer to as the Perfect Day. Not just, a “well, this day was almost perfect,” kind of day. But rather, the kind of day that truly involved anything that I could ever ask for.
Growing up as a perfectionist, Type-A, former ballerina, eldest daughter, I was no stranger to the idea of fantasizing about perfection. I was just three or four-years-old the first time that my parents caught me rearranging a plate of Halloween candy in type-based order, or crumbling up pieces of paper with unfinished art, because the drawing wasn’t up to my liking. Back then, the idea of a Perfect Day was less tangible and more so an elusive figment of my reality.
In this day, nobody was mad at me. I was in a relationship with someone I loved and who loved me dearly. Money was overflowing into my bank account. All of my grades (back when I was a student) were nothing short of Straight A’s. The conditions for my happiness were nothing short of perfection, which then allowed the perfect day to flow through, seamlessly. It was the epitome of putting the cart before the horse, and a recipe for something nonexistent.
For throughout my 20’s, there have been many times where the conditions were set for a so-called Perfect Day. There have been tens, if not hundreds, of days in my life where the conditions were just right — days where my heart and bank account were full, where I was showered in nothing but love, where everything was as peaceful as I could’ve imagined it to be. Yet, these conditions did not produce the Perfect Day. In fact, I cannot think of a single day as memorable as this one, where the conditions were also aligned perfectly.
It’s almost ironic, thinking about it, that the only Perfect Day that I can recall in recent memory, occurred when the conditions were anything but.
But before we get into the conditions (or lack thereof), let’s break down the anatomy of my (very real, very tangible, very non-conditional) Perfect Day.
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