Imagination

This morning as I drove to work I took notice of the glorious snow covered Wasatch Front standing firmly against the backdrop of a beautiful clear blue Utah sky. The Black Beauty soundtrack was blasting through my speakers and I felt alive. No negative thoughts or feelings of discouragement would hold me back today. I felt I could conquer the world!

...or at least the teeny tiny portion that I inhabit.  

I started thinking about England and the short time I stayed there several years ago. During my thirty minute commute this morning I felt like all wanted to do, almost more than anything, was to be back in that country of luscious green landscape. Rich in beauty and history. And then all I wanted to do was travel the world to see new people and places: New Zealand, Greece, Paris, South America. It all seemed so enticing. I imagined myself with a journal in hand ready to write anything remotely interesting. That's what I would do, I thought to myself. I would be a world traveler, fluent in many languages and capable of relating to all kinds of cultures. This is what I pondered as Danny Elfman's music conducted my imagination of the next 100 years of my life.

Then I got to work. My inbox empty and no assignments on my agenda. Just me and my ancient PC laptop in a cold lonely office. Quite the contrast to such an epic morning.

But I will not forget that this morning I did feel alive--more alive than I've felt in a while. And for that I am grateful. Ever so grateful to be blessed with a few moments where I was lifted outside of the mundane and able to escape to a far off [wonderful] place...even if that place was only my mind.