I was just remembering that yesterday when the nurse anesthetist was just going to give me the sedation to send me on my little sleep during my colonoscopy she asked, “Where will you go? Where’s your happy place?”
My happy place has always been a field of daisies. I don’t think I’m weird. I love daisies. I love wildflowers. That’s where I like to go when I need a happy place.
So I have no idea why, when she asked me that question, I answered, “To the beach. Someplace warm.”
Don’t get me wrong. It was darn cold yesterday morning! It’s just that the beach was never my place to go when I needed to be safe.
But it would have been my mom’s…