What do you think about when staring out the car window?
I had every intention of blogging while I was away. I even started writing a little, while I was on the beach, but I wanted to wait, and I’m glad I did. Most of the time the words pour out of me, and sometimes I have a hard time grasping at what I want to say, I still had searching to do.
Back to that car window; what’s your vision? Are you happy? Where are you? Who are you with? What are you doing? I want to follow that, make it happen. Why not? We have one shot, take chances.
What if you decided to do the most outrageous, most exciting thing you ever dared to fantasize about, regardless of what anyone, including your terrified self, thought?
There’s silly fantasies; I sometimes fantasize about being the perfect mom (already the perfect wife – HA )
Picture perfectly dressed kids, perfect little lunches homemade early that morning, showered, neatly dressed (with a slim body) arriving at the bus stop with a smile on my face. But then, there’s reality: I’m always rushing. Kids mismatched, lunch thrown together and I’m a disheveled mess – right Amy?! Ha! I hate the mornings and school is quickly approaching! (I let that one pass pretty quickly in the car, not worth the time!)
More serious fantasies; being in the body that I envision. But it’s not all about the body itself; it’s the way it feels. Confident. The goal I’ve been chasing all along…to have shown on the outside what I feel on the inside. Tapped into my inner goddess.
I thought a lot while I was at the beach, it’s the perfect place. I have all these goals floating around I need to make happen. I thought about what I can do every day, to get closer. Things I talk about all the time; things that need action.