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If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

If I could be someone else for a day, I’d be my ten-year-old self.

Not because she had fewer responsibilities (although that’s appealing), and not because she believed orange glitter was a neutral — though she absolutely did.

I’d choose her because she didn’t hesitate.

At ten, I said yes before I calculated the outcome. I tried things before I worried whether I’d be good at them. I danced before I considered who might be watching.

I remember one summer afternoon when the garden felt too hot to move and the adults were supposedly “fixing” something that didn’t look remotely broken. Music drifted through the open shed door, and I was handed a challenge without ceremony: Try this.

I didn’t ask if I could. I didn’t ask whether I’d look silly. I just stepped forward.

There’s something wildly efficient about that kind of courage. No meetings. No self-analysis. No five-step plans.

Just movement.

Ten-year-old me believed rooms could transform if the music was right. She believed joy was something you grabbed mid-spin. She believed glitter improved almost anything.

Adult me admires that.

So yes — if I could borrow someone else’s skin for a day, it would be hers. I’d like to remember what it feels like to trust instinct before doubt, to leap before polishing the landing.

And then I’d return the day politely, hopefully having stolen back a little of her nerve.

Preferably without the glitter in my hair.

(Actually… no promises.)

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋