I remember an afternoon about 29 years ago. Wayne and I were sprawled out on a blanket in the midst of a beautiful day in the middle of a park and we were making plans. Life plans. We were sharing goals and ideas and becoming really excited about all of the possibilities that were ours for the asking.
Many of those ideas we formulated that lazy afternoon on a blanket actually came to pass. We worked hard to make them happen!
Yesterday, we were sprawled out on beach towels and making more life plans. Imagine! A couple in their 40’s no longer rolling over and playing dead but still seeing the things left undone and unchartered. I can’t even remember the last time I was so excited about something. Planning, dreaming, tweaking, realizing. Somehow, we had forgotten to do this over time and so the present days became a grind and the future didn’t look any more promising.
But there are friends, the Gilberts, who picked up and moved to Africa a few years ago. They inspire me to do the unexpected; live outside of the norm. I know of people who have left stable, good paying jobs to live out their passion. They, too, inspire me. THIS life is short and I almost slipped into an awakened coma, living out each day with no purpose or passion. That’s the biggest mistake we can make in life, I think. Taking it for granted; executing the grind with no goals; not seeing ourselves living out our greatest values…
So last night, I went to sleep filled with gratitude that we aren’t stagnant; that we are still moving forward and not ready to resign ourselves to what is expected instead of what is imagined and brought to life.
