| Anne Williamson |

Sometimes it seems like all I did as a kid was imagine. With creative neighbors at my side, my mom’s minivan became a rocket ship. We’d float around it pretending we were in zero gravity, and the horn an alarm for some terrible electrical malfunction. Later, the floors inside the house became dangerous alligator swamps. We’d toss out pillows, jumping from one to the next until safely on land again. I’d imagine things about my future too. I actually had a “make believe” son named Todd before I met and married my husband, Todd. And, I imagined where I would travel, who I would meet, what I would be doing with my life. That unlike how I felt at the time, I imagined someday I’d be comfortable in my own skin. 

There is a large part of me that believes my whole life is the result of this imagination, and really continues to be....