The Story of "My Day"

The "My Day" Concept:

Close your eyes and imagine your perfect day. A day that feels like a big exhale. Look around, who is with you? What are you doing? When you take a breath in, imagine the way the air will feel in your lungs when you are content, happy and safe. 

I use this “day” for two reasons.

First:  When I have a bad day where everything feels hard and like I can't go on anymore. I think of this “day” and remind myself that I want to live to see that day. 

Second: When I meet people or get opportunities, I think, “does this this bring me closer to my dream day? For romantic opportunities I think, “could I see them sitting next to me on my 'day'?”

Backstory

My Grandmother: Nancy Helene Palladino

I have always known what I wanted. I was a self assured and confident child; often described as intense or an old soul. I don't know exactly when I started this “My day” philosophy. I think I have always been a daydreamer. A title which been cemented in two instances  

Grandmother and infant Fia

When I was in high school, my grandmother passed away. The day before she passed, in early december My sister and I went to the hospital and sang her a song that we were planning to perform for christmas. I looked around her hospital bed, surrounded by her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, all telling stories. It made me think about how I wanted to die and the legacy I wanted to leave behind. So in the beginning it wasn't my “day” but my death. 

The second thing that confirmed my philosophy is a person I had a massive unrequited crush on in highschool. The year after high school we got back in contact and he started talking to me about all the things we could do together in the future when lockdown was done. I knew he didn't like me romantically but felt he was making flirtatious promises only because I was one of the only people in his covid bubble. I remember thinking when he was talking, that he was telling me my own dreams but the intention felt wrong and honestly I couldn’t imagine him in “my day.” This realization was so powerful to me and I wrote “my day” right after. It helped me hold the power of “I deserve someone who dreams with me” not someone who uses my dreams against me.