The phrase “adaptive delusion” and the fact that I’ve decided I need a little delusion in my life. On the scale of delusion to reality, I’m off the charts into living in the real world. Somehow the facts of the moment always drown out the drama and delusion, but in a week where Harper exhausted herself from the delusion that she was a Rottweiler protecting the house,

I thought it would be a hoot to take a moment and enjoy some delusion.

Now, I’m not going to dive off into the deep end of delusion

where I believe it’s acceptable or rational for former world leaders to lie and keep classified documents by the toilet or in the shower like a hoarder, but I would enjoy spending a day believing I was a successful gardener

instead of noticing that my weeds bloom better than my flowers.

No matter what the facts are this weekend, I am going to completely believe that strawberry cookies carry the same health benefits as the fruit

and that Iβve found another portal to the alternate universe

where I spend the day out shopping for cowboy boots because Kevin Costner invited me to go horseback riding.

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