An ideal week, you say? Does such a mythical beast exist? Because honestly, if we’re talking about perfection, I might as well be vacationing in Tahiti, with my toes buried in the sand and a drink in hand. But alas, reality beckons. In the land of the mundane, my ideal week has to be more… achievable, right?

Let’s start with work. Imagine this: Every decision I make is spot on, like a psychic CEO. Every meeting? Productive. Every email? Answered without eye rolls. No tech glitches, no “I thought we were on mute” moments—just smooth sailing.

And then, post-work bliss. Every TV show I pick to binge is riveting. No awkward filler episodes, no “why did I start this?” regrets. Just golden entertainment that keeps me hooked without turning me into a zombie.

Oh, and food. Every meal is a masterpiece. Breakfast, lunch, dinner—all so tasty and filling that I don’t even think about snacking. The chef? Me, but like a gourmet version, I didn’t know existed.

Let’s talk health. No allergies, no bone creaks, no random “what is that pain?” moments. Just a week where I feel 20 again, with zero aches and boundless energy. A unicorn week where I wake up feeling refreshed, not like I was run over by a bus in my sleep.

And karma? Oh, karma is finally aligned. Every little good deed I’ve done in the past pays off in magical, unexpected ways. No drama, no chaos—just a neat, compartmentalized life.

But let’s be real: does that week exist? Nope. But it’s fun to dream. And who knows, maybe one day I’ll actually make it to Tahiti.