Give whimsy some space. You’ll be glad you did today and even more glad, looking back, tomorrow.
Let love do its thing. Fall into it. Take part in it. Let it lead you. It’s the glue of memory.
Let your music play and get lost in it. How great would it be to look back at a day, week, month, year, or decade and be able to claim it felt symphonic?
Full is the man that often recalls ‘remember when?’.
Alas, I’m glad I did > I wish I had.
Footnote: You are the contingency of your experience.