…but not everything. And that is where the trouble begins (or rather, never starts).
As the years pass, the more I realize that I must let go of ghost ships of lives not lived; paths not taken. In my attempt to not commit any mistakes, I stand at the precipice of the multi-faceted person I want to be – clutching a list of “what ifs” tightly to my chest.
I now know I will never become a doctor or astronaut. I probably will never win a Nobel Peace Prize (TBD!). I think I’ve come to terms with not living abroad – it has never felt better to lay down roots. But in letting these ghost ships sail, I have determined the “what ifs” I’m not willing to let go of:
Writer. Photographer. Artist. Cook. Philanthropist. Yogi. Meditator. Influencer. Optimist. Functioning adult. Ukulele player.
I’ve mapped out the spheres, now I need to let the optimalist override the perfectionist hanging out on my shoulder whispering nonsense in my ear.
What is the key to letting go of indecision and taking a bold step forward in the right direction…in any direction!?
Current status: reflective / sleepy at 9 p.m. (embracing inner grandma) / obsessed with Iris Apfel