Do you ever just sit back sometimes and think about what your dream life would look like?

Recently Seth and I have been talking a lot about what our next life move will be. On one hand, it’s really exciting because when Seth and I first got together he wasn’t exactly the dreaming type – and especially not when it came to relocating. On the other hand, we have two kids now and a lot more at stake. And on the third hand (if that was a thing), I cannot for the life of me figure out where I want to go or what I want to do or even if it’s the right time for us to shake things up. Seth says he’s ready and with his experience he could probably get a job anywhere – I just can’t seem to “see” or feel where we’d live our best life. Following my intuition as a single, young professional was way easier when I didn’t have to factor kids and a husband into the equation (duh). There are so many things to think about.

The boys are in a great school with great teachers who love them and in the future we’d like them to go to public school. I have a strong aversion to the politics of small-town living and Seth has a strong aversion to city traffic, so we’re limited in our choices. Our dream would be to move to Hawai’i and live the simple life, raise two beach boys with big hearts and an affinity for the outdoors but public schools in Hawai’i aren’t that great and, even more so, it’s just too far away from our families. And our boys’ relationships with their grandparents are non-negotiable for us. We’ve talked about Denver, Nashville, Chicago, Des Moines, Kansas City and both of our alma maters. Minneapolis is too cold. Detroit is too cold. Austin is too trendy. And honestly, it’s hard to know where to go when you don’t know what you want. 

This morning, I had a friend message me, ironically, and say she had gotten a job interview in a different city and was suddenly really confused about what she wanted. She worried she would never be happy or know exactly what to do. I found myself sharing the equation I used to live by, based on feeling and opportunity:

(The possibility of pure happiness / The degree of difficulty at which opportunities arise)
x My excitement on a scale from 1-10
The level of “meant-to-be-ness”

If the number was high, which let’s be serious was basically a really good gut feeling – I followed. That was a simpler time when I had all day to focus on my happiness and all the naïveté to believe anything was possible. Okay, I can’t lie, I still sort of think anything is possible. I think maybe I’m just out of practice on my daydreaming.

So, I’m making it a goal to get my sea legs (air legs?) back, so to speak. And maybe get back in touch with my intuition while I’m at it. Just in time for the weekend. Life advice welcome.

Shout out to all the dreamers this weekend. If you have some free time, give me a call so I can pick your brain or, you know, maybe just borrow your dreams (basically the same thing, right?). 😉💬

Have a great weekend.