“Describe your perfect day”
I overthought this one for too long. It’s actually easy. I simply stole this idea from Alain de Botton:
“when life’s knocked you around a bit and when you’ve seen a few things, and time has happened and you’ve got some years under your belt, you start to think more highly of modest things like flowers and a pretty sky, or just a morning where nothing’s wrong and everyone’s been pretty nice to each other.”
My perfect day would be one where nothing goes terribly wrong and everyone in my family has been pretty nice to each other.
My question for K:
“Would you say your best days are before you or behind you and why?”