So in my last post (Your Homework Assignment...Now get on it!) I gave you a task, to lay out in detail the perfect day, 5 years from now. Now what kinda evil person would I be if I asked you to do something, and not require the same of myself? So here's a peek into my crazy little brain, as I share with you a life long dream/fantasy I have had ever since I can remember. This took me about three minutes to write because, for all of my adult life this exact picture, this exact day, has been what I've fantasized of as my perfect life.
Five years from now:
In 2016 I will be 41, Kanen will be 13, Mira and Izzy 7.
I’m standing on the balcony of a villa over-looking the Italian countryside. Vineyards stretched out over the rolling hills. It’s a warm summer evening, lavender in the air. I take a slow sip from my glass of wine, inhale the bouquet, let my nose do a little dance, savoring the flavors in my mouth and on my tong. There’s a tall, gorgeous man walking towards me with the open bottle of Barbaresco. He graciously tops off my glass, leans in to kisses my forehead. Rests his hand on the small of my back. We lean against the brick railing, and I laugh out loud watching the girls play in the grass. They are kicking the soccer ball, trying to score a goal against their strong tall older brother. A few of the neighbor boys are playing too, working up a sweet shouting plays in Italian. They try to keep the ball form the girls, who are enjoying the competition. My kids are laughing and saying things like “Cho” and “Bella”.
I’m happy. The kind of happy that glows on the inside, and never stops manifesting it’s self on the outside. The kind that brings its best friend, joy along for the ride.
I’m at peace.
Content beyond measure.
I’m not worried about anything.
Not money, not bills. Not schedules, or emails, texts, facebook, or phones. Nothing but this moment occupies my mind-share. I don’t have to work 9-5 anymore. This is the reward for a lifetime of pain, suffering, struggle and hard work.
Time does not expire here.
We play, we eat amazing food, we cook. We shop in the open air markets; we drink wine, and sip espresso. The kids use their Italian to order dinner when we go out to dimly lit restaurants with large Italian grandmothers bringing us plates of meet and pasta. We eat fresh seafood that leathery old fishermen bring off their aging fishing boats. Dip warm freshly baked bread in cold pressed olive oil.
We drive to the Rivera in a sports car, the girls and I with scarfs around our hair like 1940’s movie stars. We stay in brightly colored stucco hotels overlooking the cliffs with the mist of the sea in the air. Drink chilled Champagne.
We take the train, go to museums, sing hymns in ancient cathedrals. Our minds expand, our knowledge grows. We love each other without condition.
This is heaven.
This is what I hustle for. This is my dream, and one day it will be my Pinch me Moment.
~My Dream in Pictures (aka Vision Board)~
~Written by: Sarah Centrella for Thoughts.Stories.Life.
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