I have never been a big dreamer, and I’m actually somewhat thankful for that. I’m far too practical and reasonable to dream big. I feel big dreams have the potential to put unattainable goals in your distant future, and too many variables can pop up between now and then. I would rather take opportunities as they come or plan for things within a timeframe that is practical, reasonable, and attainable.
I’m also quite aware that the future is not guaranteed. I have a hard time dreaming or planning too far ahead knowing full well the opportunity may never come.
In the beginning of a leadership training I attended, a group of us were asked what we would do if we found out we only had a month to live. Most people responded that they would travel. I was the only person who said I would prefer to spend time at home with family and friends. Luggage, airports, airplanes, strangers, cab drivers, currency exchanges – honestly, ugh. That is not how I want to spend the last few weeks of my life.
It’s the people that we share experiences with that matter, and the idea of sharing my last days with people who care about me far exceeds my desire to explore the world. I want my last days to be filled with love, laughter, gratitude, and meaningful moments, not bustling streets in different parts of the world, exploring different cultures that put me outside my comfort zone. No. I want quiet, peaceful, safe, and comfortable. That atmosphere with friends and family will fill my cup up, and that’s how I want to remember living my life – fulfilled.
When I ponder the future and the opportunities that lie ahead, it’s foggy. I don’t know what it looks like beyond a short distance in front of me. And I’m okay with that.
For so long, I’ve been working on stretching myself so far that I’ve become a slave to my own routines, and the rules I’ve created for myself to be professionally successful. Make sure I get 8 hours of sleep. Eat dinner at a decent hour. Don’t stay out late on a work night. But my personality is actually far more easy going than the boundaries I’ve created for myself to operate within. But my commitments and obligations required structure in order for me to prioritize and complete. I spread myself thin, and it required a bit of rigidity.
What I hope (and have been planning) for, is more flexibility, so I have the availability to take opportunities as they come.
I once heard that life is what happens when you least expect it, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have a blueprint in your back pocket. I think that’s a healthy and realistic way to approach life. My family, friends, values, morals, and ethics are the roots that keep me grounded. My finances, home, and career make up the trunk that keeps me stable. The branches represent the unexpected – all the different things I can do and all the different directions those opportunities may point me. Some grow long and strong, others stay short, and some break off.
I can confidently say that I finally feel like I am to a point where my roots are deep, and my trunk is strong enough to withhold future growth from a variety of different experiences. And I am excited for what that may bring.
