This is Peanut Butter Brickle. Sometimes I wish my name was Spaghetti, I love it so much. Digby does too.
But you can’t always have what you wish for. Unless what you wish for is spaghetti for breakfast on the beach and you ask nicely for it.
What is your perfect day like? A long nap?
Breakfast in bed?
For me, my idea of perfect days change. It is not always the same. But what always is true is that if I think about it, I truly know what I want without question. We all do. We just try to talk ourselves out of it sometimes.
So yesterday when I had a craving for spaghetti and it was time for breakfast fare, I wondered if that was wrong. Who told me it was wrong? Menus and years of tradition I suppose.
But who says you can’t have a perfect day the way you want it? I’m at my favorite campground.
I’m at the beach.
All perfect. So spaghetti would have made it even better. Spaghetti for breakfast on the beach was what I needed and wanted. And I refused to talk myself out of it.
What do you want? Is your perfect day perfect to you or someone else? If you can make it happen, make it happen.
Your happiness will be like a plate of spaghetti. Hard to reach, hard to talk yourself into, but totally worth it. Because you are worthy. You are worth it.
–Peanut Butter Brickle
