Here’s a question I’ve been mulling over for the past week: What does your ideal life look like? After watching (and reading) The Secret several times, I believe in the Law of Attraction: that your thoughts become things. Now I’m not saying that I’m always successful at staying positive in my thinking, but I’ve gotten much better at catching myself going down a dark path. There’s a saying that goes, “What you have in your life is a manifestation of everything you’ve thought about up until this point.” and you really begin to examine yourself. Did I miss out on something coming to fruition because I thought I couldn’t afford it? Or that I wasn’t thin enough? Maybe when I told myself I wasn’t a good dancer is why I haven’t become a certified instructor. Either way, I’m ready to do some manifestation! So, what does my ideal life look like? Sound like? Hell, even taste like? I’ll just focus on three parts: Career, Lifestyle, and Love.
I love writing. Always have and probably always will. I spend a good portion of my down time reading online articles, essays, and recaps of television shows. Now, maybe I have a very glamorized view of a freelance writer (minus all of the freelance writers I follow on social media complain about not being paid on time) but that is my ideal job. I want to be able to write for a variety of publications on a variety of subjects. I’d love to write short stories that are featured bi-weekly and ultimately have a column where you can come to every Thursday (my favorite day of the week) and get a dose of whatever it is I’m talking about. Maybe an advice column? Where to go in the city? What to do on weekends? My epic fail using Spanx? Either way, I’d love to write for a living, because when you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life. Hey, I’m believing in it!
I’ll let you in on a (not so) little secret about me. Growing up, while girls were dreaming about their wedding day and starting a family, I was dreaming of becoming a gypsy. Albeit, I fell in love with the stereotype of one, still I wanted to become one. I thought it was dope to be a fortune teller, wear vibrant clothes, and live wherever you decided to set up your wagon. Of course the reason they moved around so much wasn’t because they wanted to but because they had to (for fear of physical harm from the locals), but the idea of living a nomadic life is something that has stuck with me to this day. I want to be able to travel around the world. Be able to live in London one month, then Morocco the next. I wouldn’t mind being submerged in another’s culture and even learn to speak the language. To be able to wake up to ever changing scenery is very appealing to me. There was only one place where I felt completely at “home”, and that was when I vacationed in the Caribbeans. So yes, there is a place I’d love to come “home” to, however I’d love to have the freedom to pick up and reside somewhere else if the mood strikes me.
I have tried envisioning my ideal love life and I always come up empty. The times when I do envision my love life, I’m much older, settled, and we’re on a porch in the South; drinking Countrytime lemonade in rocking chairs. So for the longest time, I felt that I would be ready to settle down when I’m in my 70s which I know is possible, but felt absurd. Does this mean that I can’t experience love now? No. I guess my ideal love would be just as curious about life as I am. That no matter where we live and where we are, we’re strong enough to stick together. That we would have similar interest and just co-exist together; creating lasting memories along the way. Or maybe I just fall in love daily with my life and not necessarily a person. It could be the piazza in Tuscany or the pastry shop in Paris that makes my heart flutter. Maybe the beaches of Jamaica or the yoga retreat in Costa Rica or that shrine in Bali…either way, I’ll have some form of love in my life.
That’s just a glimpse into my version of a wonderful life. What’s yours?