One of the things I loved most about living in Amsterdam and Guadalajara was being anonymous.
In other words, how did I want to reinvent? What kind of life did I want to reset to? “Have it!” Life said, “it’s a new place and so, too, a new you if you want to take her…”
It took seven or so months of the experience inside the pandemic for my husband and I to finally really understand or remember that, truly, we have never had anything ‘tying us down’ and that we can do anything and go anywhere at any time (tragedy, grief and multiple job losses have taught us the act of the newly-decided, yet you forget).
It’s something we’ve always known, but the winding paths of routine and responsibilities and even what you might consider empowered personal goals are cheeky (goals, too, can turn into expectations, especially when the man or woman who originally chose them has outgrown them, but hasn’t had the time to check in long enough to realize it).
Routine, responsibilities and goals can get you and keep you on the people mover of lots of doing without much of the being that helps you actually register that you are indeed ALIVE.
What is clear ~> our deep values don’t change, they only get louder a.k.a what you appreciate only appreciates (especially during challenge) —
And it’s this that I also appreciated about the Dutch and the people in Mexico — the value system for most of work to live, not live to work…you could feel it in every hello walking down the street (people had and *made* the time to talk to you in the neighborhood).
Cut to everything breaking lose in the world and country you live in WHILE also being given a reflective pause this grand for almost eight months (busy with work, but with much time for family time and reflection)…
…the shackles loosen, your mind, though at times challenged and tired, starts to think clearly, your heart starts to beat less fast (the go of car culture has about seized for many of us in LA, for example, which helps) and you begin to feel what the rhythm of your own drum IS and has always been.
The drum has ached for the warmth felt when you play it…
You hit it once, twice each morning, as if testing if you remember the practice of self-tuning, making a ritual of not just attempting to begin playing it first thing, but allowing it to play and guide *you* through the best of soon-to-be-lived dreams not just at night…
Let’s make happiness your business by creating your authentic brand…
To the best of the rest of your life.
Life is good.