An Excellent Meal

Under my skin, I fantasize about secrets in my mind. I look inward and see what could be there, but what isn't. The fantasies of a better life, of a better person, of a better world. Which, if I were being objective would be difficult to execute all on one's own. But with my subjective view, should be clearly handled every day by myself in an exquisite manner. This way to the stove please.. Oh, you mean this meal? The ceviche appetizer with a peppering of light crunch on top, followed by a perfectly cooked filet mignon sautéed in butter? Simple lava cake finish with deconstructed ice cream topper melted on upon serving the dish? Yes, that dish. How decadent, what an amazing cook and excellent entertainer you are! Then I look down and find chicken nuggets and steamed broccoli. A packaged Oreo for dessert and some boxed ice cream. It was a nice imagining.

Now, realistically I know that I cannot be everything to everyone... but to be the perfect mother, the perfect executive, the perfect wife. That is the imagining.