I think we need a soothing, comforting thread.
I was walking somewhere along earlier & realised I walked to the office instead of to the supermarket because I was so busy in a daydream. I was imagining my upcoming 40th birthday, waking up in Havana. I imagined how it would be to walk along the pastel houses on cobbled streets with some of those 1950s cars driving by... rum, cigars, dancing...
Probably the reality is nothing like that, but I got so into it that I even imagined the photos I would take, the social media posts I would write, even the surprised look on my friends' faces, as I wouldn't tell them. Would just randomly take myself off, solo, and wake up on a beautiful puffy bed the next morning.
Share your fantasy! (Not dirty 🤣). Or - how would your version of this go if it was YOUR birthday?