When I was a little girl, I told my stern grandmother that when I am grown up, I will eat ice cream for breakfast, lunch and supper and there’s nought she could do to stop me.  Here I am, doing just that. Sorry, Grandma ❤

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It is childish, and it is liberating.  It reminds me of the time my old friend told me that when she was growing up, she longed for a pair of sparkly fairy shoes that her mother could not afford.

“Buy yourself a pair now then!” I said.

“I can’t wear something like that now!” She protested. “I am the Chief Legal Officer of a large investment bank!”

I kept on egging her. One day, I brought glitter paint in a spray can and threatened to spray her expensive shoes with pink paint and gold glitter. She squealed and promised under duress to buy a pair of fairy shoes. But after a few drinks, she said, “What the heck, spray on!”

I did (I have had quite a few drinks as well). Tracey and I ruined a good pair of shoes, but it was an unforgettable night as she danced up and down the pavement on Upper Thames Street to the honks of appreciative motorists. She still takes the shoes out now and then, whenever she needs cheering up, just as I eat ice cream for breakfast now and then, just to fulfil the longing of my young self.

We live for moments like this, folks, so live the dream. As the saying goes, you only have one life, but if you live your dreams, one life is enough ❤