What do you REALLY want?

The Freedom of Choice and the Price of Possibility

So you've figured out where you're at in life.

Got your bearings, identified the landscape, figured out the friendly and not-friendlys of wildlife and vegetation.

You're free to start your journey once more, get back to movement, start again.

But what if the destination isn't so clear now?

What if you're not sure about continuing the path you're on?

What if, during the honesty and fight and raging rapids you've gotten through, suddenly you want something else?

A different path?

'But am I really sure I want to switch gears at this phase in the game? In life?'

What do you really want?

'I want a 500,000$ raise, the latest, the second vacation home in the mountains/on the beach. I don't want to work, but just go traveling around the world. I want to live and camp out of a van for a year. I want _____..... '

Go deeper. Why?

'I don't want to stress about money, I've always wanted that car, and I need a place to rest because of the kind of work and pace of life, somewhere to get away.'

Go deeper. Why?

'Not stressing about money will solve most of my problems, the car would totally make me happy, I want to unwind and live stress free, doing what I want to do. Because _______.'

Go deeper. Why?

'I'm stressed about _________ all the time. I never have time to _________. I want something to make me happy to distract me, because I deserve __________.'

Go deeper. Why?

'I want to feel peace, I want to have more time for the things that matter, I want to be happy.'

BEDROCK. SOUL LEVEL.

Did you know you have the freedom to make any life choice, choose any direction?

This is the truth, not my truth, THE truth. You have the freedom of choice.

But the freedom of possibility comes at a cost.

Go deep.

What do you really want?

Change the trajectory of your life?

And what are you willing to give up, let go of, to make the impossible happen?

What do you really want?

"Months ago I would have told you life was about doing, about jumping through religious hoops, about impressing other people, and my actions would have told you this is done by buying possessions or keeping a good image.... I don't believe that anymore. I think we are supposed to stand in deserts and marvel at how the sun rises. I think we are supposed to love our friends and introduce people to the story, to the peaceful, calming why of life. Life is spirituality. -Donald Miller

I want peace; to rely on an infinite source of grace that never runs dry, to constantly live in a state of low stress (not stress free-yeah that's not a thing), and purposeful flow.

What does that look like for me?

Being debt free, to walk into the river of grace, and falling in head first, all day everyday.

The path? Hard. Intentional. Requiring action, cost.

What does that mean in my everyday life?

Living within my means.

Giving up my daily Starbucks, letting go of getting my lashes dyed, the latest Patagonia clothes, that thing that will fill in a temporary gap because _____will give me a quick dose of happy while I'm waiting for the real peace to happen. Giving up overtime to pay for these temporary fixes.

Clearing the way to the river.

What does that mean in everyday life?

Pulling out the weeds, fixing fences, and staying alert to the unknown relentlessly trying to fill the space with the distractions.

I need to spend time studying the map to the river, and protecting that path at all costs.

And slowly, like a rare flower growing through the cement cracks, the buds come through.

I don't need overtime anymore. There's more time for play, adventuring, slowing down, being present. Getting caught up on laundry, creating, being patient with my kids, teaching them by living out what I say.

There's now more time to be intentional about my words, my actions, my doing.

The river is in sight.

I want Moment living.

As a mom who needs to work, I chose to look into ways to work from home to make space for more time at home in a finite contiuum. I recently finished my Masters degree, a painfully slow, scrape-my-eyeballs-out-with-a-spoon kind of torture. I committed time to my work to pay for school so I wouldn't need to take out loans.

I made choices to make space for what I want.

You make choices to make space for what you want.

You were designed with the gift of choice, you are wonderfully and daringly obligated to choose.

Maybe the world, our have-anything-you want culture threw a different map in front of you, promising possibility without cost.

But does that map lead you to what you really want?

Are you willing to pay the cost, through the freedom of choice, to live your impossible?

So, what do you really want?