Sometimes, I can just *see* things. Like, really *SEE* that something is gonna be great. I have this idea, and I can just run wild with it, and everything is awesome & rainbows!
Other times, not-so-much.
Like the time when I was about 10 years old, and I was playing with a hole puncher. (I’m a little embarrassed to tell my real age here, actually. I’d love to say that I was closer to 5 years old, but if I’m already ‘fessing, I might as well tell the whole truth, right?)
Anyway. I was playing with the hole puncher, messing around with a sheet of leftover construction paper. Suddenly, I got a brilliant idea!
C’mon, like that’s not genius? I could just picture flipping my silky mane over my shoulder, the cool, missing polka-dots making all my friends “Ooooh!” and “Ahhhh!” in jealousy.
I set right to work.
I brushed my hair a hundred times (Marcia Brady would be proud!), until it gleamed & was perfectly straight. I carefully portioned out a lock of hair, and I brushed it a few times more. I held the lock straight down so my hair was as smooth as a piece of wood. I meticulously positioned my hole puncher right in the middle of the hair, and I *punched* it.
And can you guess what happened?!
All the hair in the *punch* and below… FELL DOWN! Instead of a neat-looking polka-dot hole, I was left with a strand of hair half the length that it once was! I couldn’t believe it. Still, I failed to put things together, and so I made *another* punch.
The same thing happened!
And the lightbulb flickered a bit over my head. *fizzle*
I realized the error in my genius fashion idea, and I was SO SAD. Polka-dot hair was beyond my abilities, as I knew my mom would never go for such a dye job. (Nevermind that she might’ve killed me if the hole puncher had worked as I had dreamed! I’m sure she never wanted a little girl with ‘swiss cheese’-style hair!)
But sometimes, I really can see things! Like a snowman holding his teddy before bedtime. See?
My mom and I argued over this cookie cutter in the store. She said it was a beetle bug car, but I swore it was a bedtime snowman. While I do concede that she is correct, I could only see my own “vision” as I looked at it.
(Perhaps I should take a moment to clarify that those cookies were among some of the first ones I made. I look at them now & kinda cringe a bit!)