I did a thing this week. I made a vision board to show what it is I wanted my life to look like. I actually used a notebook that I always have with me so I could keep looking at it as often as I wanted.
I had heard of people making these before. Targets and motivations to strive for and that emphasize the power of the mind. The photo above was one of the photos I chose. I won’t share the rest here…yet. Maybe never. I am not sure.
What I do know is how happy I am to have used this photo and then realized that I am living this part of my vision board out loud; in present time. So many times I hear people tell me they wish they wrote, or they want to write, or they do write but they won’t put it out anywhere in the world. I am proud that I do. I am proud that in this vision, my writing is not just a vision. Its not just a wish. Its not a someday if I weren’t so busy. I am a mother of 4 (3 of whom are completely dependent), I work part time at my children’s school, I work at my husband’s business, I have 2 children in travel sports that we have 5 days a week and 2 times each day of the weekend. Our little Spicy is a swimmer so that is sucking up time. I also run a part time online business plus I run a household….Can I get an Amen to that? Bills, laundry, dinners, all lunches packed, groceries, cleaning, etc. I get busy. Believe me! Yet, I still find time to be what I believe God calls me to be. A writer. Who actually writes.
I encourage all of you to create your own vision board. A tangible one is best. One you can craft and hold and see each day. BUT, if you are even too busy for that, make one on Pinterest. Start making a plan today for what you say you want. Have your vision become reality. It is empowering. And don’t we all just want to feel a little stronger in our own skin?
I am still here. I write this as a reminder to myself even more than a notification to my readers.
I have been writing so much these last few months, just not blogging. I have missed this.
I find myself thinking of this blog often. I think,
“What do I want to write?”
“What is there to say?”
“Do people really want to hear a housewife’s take on kids and married life?”
“Do I really want to talk about kids and married life?”
“Should I just post works here? Try to get feedback?”
Lots of questions. And with full disclosure, I didn’t come to any definitive conclusions.
With the exception of this: I want to write and I want to write here.
I want to write about whatever I want. This blog doesn’t need to fit under an umbrella that only touches on certain topics. It can be all encompassing. I have no control over who reads, who shares, who cares. But that isn’t why writing has ever mattered to me. Writing has been my lifeline since I was a child. When I was 7 and used writing to help me grapple through my father’s death and throughout my life going through every other hardship and joy. Writing is home.
So here it goes. Continuing the act of saving myself. Using my God-given talent to spend time with myself…and hopefully you all as well.
I came across this book today. In it lies the bucket list of my daughter, Studious. We had asked her to start this a few years ago as a way for her to set her dreams to the max and as a method to keep track of her successful accomplishments.
She has in it various places to see in the world. She has in this a variety of tasks that she wishes to complete. Daring things, clever things, thoughtful and fun things. Some things on her list have since been checked off. Others remain.
I wanted this book to serve as a compass for her. A compass to setting goals and meeting them. A way to broaden her horizons. To see her life for the great and glorious blank canvas for which it is and to inspire her to paint vibrant life-experiences onto it.
Tonight, I realize how fortunate I am to have her and this book of future dreams and aspirations. I am blessed beyond compare that my children have the ability to dream and become whatever it is they wish to become. So immeasurably blessed that my children can look out into the world and decide what parts of it’s magnificence they wish to join.
Of course, I would be remiss if I didn’t draw to mind all the parents I have known or heard of who don’t have their children any longer. How finding a book of these unaccomplished dreams would likely paralyze them with grief and sorrow. How blessed I am indeed.
I have seen the exact moment each of my children have entered this world. I pray that none of them ever make decisions which will force me to see them exit it. That would be against nature and unbearable.
Finding this book today was a pot of gold. It is proof that there are things yet to be done. Memories and fun still in store. Love to be had.
Here’s to the bucket lists of this world!