I'd rather be a could-be if I cannot be an are; because a could-be is a maybe who is reaching for a star. I'd rather be a has-been than a might-have-been, by far; for a might have-been has never been, but a has was once an are. ~Milton Berle
I still have plans. BIG plans. I figure, at 37, there is still a whole lotta stuff I need to accomplish.
When I am planning anything (and it is something I try really hard not to do too often) I set out on my little fact gathering quest.
Same thing when it comes to work - strategic plans.
It's time to begin the prep for the next decade of my life. I figure I need a three year stumbling pad to work out the kinks.
Here is what I know for certain:
1. I am 37. (okay.. we get that)
2. I am married. (translation - I have to consider someone else)
3. I do not have children. (Nor will I ever.)
4. I have a degree (awesome - opens a few more doors)
5. I have 15 years experience in my field (good.. good..)
6. I am mobile. I don't own a house.
7. I pick up foreign languages very quickly
8. I have friends and family in several countries: America, Egypt, Brazil, Columbia, Italy, Belgium, France, Moldova, Mexico, Australia, Iraq/Kurdistan, Cambodia, Thailand, Germany, Spain, Indonesia.. (means, if I want to start over somewhere else, I have a support system to do so)
9. I like taking pictures
10. I like writing
Now.. what is it that I REALLY want to do??
I remember back when I was 30, I attended a meditative/life coaching class at a metaphysical bookstore in Macon, Georgia. (Okay, if you don't know me - I am always trying new little adventures to broaden my scope of the world.)
One of the exercises we had to do was to close our eyes (go thru this whole clearing of the mind thing that I can't remember) and then imagine the life you want.
Now that seems a bit much. Let me explain more.
You had to visualize yourself waking up - what did you room look like? I saw white bedding (which I have since purchased) and lots of windows. There was a beautiful cat laying on my bed - then I went downstairs and poured a cup of coffee, opened my lap top and did my daily morning writing. (Like i do now, sans cat and sans stairs.)
What did my home look like? It was an older townhouse in a downtown historical area.
PS - this is all guided imagery.
What did my day look like? I left for work. I was literally asked to look at what I was wearing. I got this total visual of white button down (flowy) and black cropped pants and cute black ballet flats (very J. Jill)
I walked downtown and with coffee and croissant in hand, spoke to the other shop owners and opened my business. What was my business? It was a photography studio.
People - this was the first time I ever imagined this.
Since then, I have tried this exercise over and over. Once it was a coffee/shop book store. Once it was a restaurant.
But two things always remained the same - I lived in an older townhouse in a historical downtown area. My "business or office" was always in walking distance and was facing a river/water (coastal city is necessary.)
I was surrounded by books, coffee, photography/art. Intelligent, creative types.
Moving forward - what does that mean for me? I am still trying to decide. But it looks promising.
Will it be in my beloved Savannah? Will I be across the big blue ocean in my husband's home town of Alexandria, Egypt? Will I be pushing my way through the crowded streets of Bangkok? Will I be hailing a cab in NYC? Will I be strolling leisurely down a crooked lane in Noli, Italy?
God only knows.
Perhaps I will be driving up to the same office building I am now.