Live the life you imagine.
That is the sentiment I keep bumping into over and over. Here. In San Francisco. In Los Angeles. In the things I read. In the conversations I have. In yoga class and with my Reiki teacher. In dreams and in moments of stillness.
And yet…what is that life? I’m not sure I can see it for all of the mess of this one. The boxes and the dust bunnies, the aging dog and the laundry. It’s really hard to see around the corner.
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September 27, 2009 at 2:38 am
Michele
Again, this resonates with me. After the divorce was final people kept saying I could start a new life. Problem was when I really thought about what I really wanted was my old life back. But fixed.
I don’t know what I really want my life to be. There are many parts of my life that I do love. I try to focus on those.
September 27, 2009 at 7:05 pm
Jeff
Interesting question Jen.
I’m going the Joseph Campbell route on this one. I like what he says about living out our own personal “myth” while learning from all the other myths out there. I don’t ever feel like I have to achieve something imagined, more fulfill what’s inside as best I can and enjoy the process. The trick of course is keeping the process going in the midst of parenting, a world that doesn’t really care about you, and a deficit created from childhood.