I don’t actually have a vision board yet, but I’m working on one. I’m in the exploring phases and trying to figure out what a meaningful life looks like to me.
I’ve been walking through that in the last year. It looks like setting and reaching goals, beach trips, strolling through museums, and dating myself. It looks like patience with my kids, that reaches far past my own exhaustion. It looks like being inspired and inspiring others. It looks like examining what I feel I should do, compared to what I am actually doing, and deciding how to shift my shoulds into actuals so that I’m happy with what I’m getting done and feeling productive about it. It looks like deep love and great hugs. I could use more hugs, quite honestly.
I’m thinking of what a good life is to me. I’m imagining what makes life worth living. I want to know what will matter on my deathbed and what I will be remembered for, and is it what I want to be remembered for? It’s reframing my relationship with money. I want to control my wealth, and I don’t want the pursuit of it to control me. I want to do and give and be. I want to embody leadership, and be the person that helps others grow. I want a life so creative that my expectancy doesn’t know what it means to have a dream too big. If it’s a dream, size doesn’t matter, does it?
I believe in acting like I love myself. That means I speak like I love myself. Mainly I write like I love myself. It takes more courage to say it, and even more to do it. At the end of the day, I’m proud of the fact that I really do move, eat, speak, and act like I love myself. I’m proud of the person I am because it’s become important to me to see that I can do epic stuff daily.