Someone told me the other day I have a very active imagination.
At first, I thought this was bad but the more I thought about it, the more I realized what a great compliment it was. {There is a clear distinction between having a great, active imagination and being immature.} I'm glad that I am able to hold on to a little piece of childhood. I think it's important.
For instance, when I'm stressed out tomorrow, I'll just imagine that I'm laying on a beach, under an umbrella, sipping on a lemonade and relaxing...
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