Every once in a while I remember the way I thought things would be when I started adulting.
I was going to be blissfully married my entire life, in love with hearts in my eyes. I would have amassed great amounts of wisdom from my constant truth seeking, and I would be a guru that could turn a life around with a few simple words.
Things would go my way because I was a good girl.
I would have lived on a quaint piece of land with rolling hills, a red barn, and house that felt like a cabin. There would be a housekeeper and a gardner, dogs, horses and baby calves in the spring.
In my wonderful future I was going to be a super fit, with washboard abs. Never having a bone that ached, and endless amounts of energy to do whatever I pleased.
I would have been to Fiji, Australia, Paris and Japan and I would have had a second home by the ocean with wonderful views and beautiful weather that I could fly back and forth from on my own private jet.
I would have the same friends forever, and we would ride the trails, stay up late having meaningful conversation and wake up refreshed every single day with an inspired zest for life and all it has to offer.
None of these things have happened.
And a few of them probably never will. It’s a lot of work to get washboard abs and I don’t even want a second property that I am responsible for maintenance.
Every snapshot of the future I had imagined has been disrupted, obstructed, and thrown off track on the road to this life I had never imagined myself in, but love almost every minute of.
If I could go back and say anything to that young girl who chased boys and rode horses I would tell her to choose the life, and choose the people who make you feel good.
Life is all about how you feel, and never about who you are, or where you are.
And if I had asked that young girl how she wanted life to feel, she would have answered, “Extraordinary!”
And she wouldn’t have had any idea what extraordinary looks like because she would know that it all unfolds as you go.
She would know that every disruption and derailment meant that she was off track and to readjust her sails back to what she knew was right in her heart all along.
Choose to follow the breadcrumbs of what’s in your heart.
Choose to let life unfold as it’s meant to and allow yourself to bloom within the unfolding.
It’s messy, wildly unpredictable and sometimes troublesome and tiresome, but it is where the freedom is. The beautiful, powerful freedom you’ve been craving to feel your entire life.