The other day I was watching a video about stoicism. The host asked that you describe your perfect day.

For such a simple question, it occurred to me that I had never really thought about it.

So I thought I would try it as an exercise.

I’m on a beach, somewhere. Laying in a hammock. The wind kisses my skin as the hammock rocks gently back and forth. The radio is playing old songs like “Brandy, You’re a Fine Girl”.

I’ve just woken from a short nap. Earlier I’d finished 3 pages of a book I’m writing.

I can see kids playing in the sand and it gives me an idea for another story.

From behind me, she yells “lunch time!” And the kids run back towards the villa. I don’t move just yet as I’m still enjoying my hammock and my music and the sounds of the tide rolling in.

She places her hand on my shoulder and leans in. “It’s time for lunch. Get up.” Then she walks away, knowing I’ll follow. I do. As we walk back towards the rented villa, her hair catches the breeze, along with her sarong. She turns and blows me a kiss.

Back at the villa, I sit next to her. I stare out at friends and family around the dinner table. Some I haven’t seen in years. Many with kids on their laps. Other children sit at the kids table.

I pull out my little Canon camera and take pictures while people aren’t looking. I want to remember them as they are, just then. Some notice and smile for the camera. She tries to take it from me, asking me to live in the moment. I concede the point, but not before taking one of her. She steals the camera from me and insists that we take one together. She turns it inward and kisses me as her finger collapses the shutter.

As the food is served, I look out at my life and smile. No one is arguing. No one is on their smart phone or social media. Everyone is happy and healthy and glad to be there.

Her hand slides onto mine and she holds it. The matching rings make a little noise as they collide. The band feels unfamiliar on my finger, but… it’s nice.

I’m happy. And I’m exactly where I want to be.