Amy Lu's View

I recently got to spend some time with baby goats (not quite two months old). 

They were freakin’ adorable. 

This was Goatopia: a place, an experience, a state of mind. 

Probably nothing else needs to be said. But, since this is me, I’m going to try and make a blog post out of it, even if it’s mostly just photos. 

The goats–3 babies, 2 mamma goats and one daddy goat–belong to my brother’s family. 

The goats were playful and social, particularly baby goat Luna. They hopped and scampered and climbed on things, and it was adorable and hilarious to watch them run together in their little goat herd. 

I did get a little nervous when Daddy Goat started chewing on my dress, but I’m happy to say that no clothing was harmed at Goatopia. 

I didn’t do yoga with the goats, but swatting away all the many and varied bugs could be considered a form of exercise and a spiritual discipline.

I’m not sure if my brother came up with the term “Goatopia,” or I did, or if the goats simultaneously projected the word into our minds. But we kept saying it over and over. I’m still saying it over and over, at least in my head, as it’s just a really awesome word to say for a really awesome phenomenon.

The goats were magical to begin with, so they didn’t really need to be amplified by adding “topia” to them, but I’m going to try making other things into “topias” to see if that increases my enjoyment of them.

I’m not expecting miracles, but making things that feel blah or burdensome a little less so would be appreciated. So…

• Laundrytopia! 
• Worktopia!
• Recyclingtopia!
• DoingTheDishestopia! 

Maybe not. 

How about things I already mostly enjoy or fully enjoy, can I make them even better?…

• Runtopia!
• Saladtopia!
• StanLeetopia!
• Blogtopia!
• Churchtopia!
• Boozetopia!

Yeah, maybe for everyone’s comfort and safety, I should save my “topia” for the goats.