I have never been much of a “process” person. I either get bored taking tedious steps or find it difficult to proceed towards a goal after setbacks or seeming lack of success and sometimes give up or otherwise put forth less effort.
This habit of quitting or not doing my best doesn’t serve me, or at least I’ve learned that intellectually. Recently, though, I’ve tried to learn that by heart, to make it a habit to keep up pursuit of dreams and goals even when the finish isn’t in sight…or even seems to be retreating from my grasp.
It seems this is a habit that’s tough for all of us, so hopefully I can encourage you through this blog to pursue your own dreams as I work towards the things I’ve set my mind to. In January, I determined that I wasn’t going to put up with any more of what I’m calling “half-assery.”
My current hopes are to become successful in a new career, maintain my own beautiful and welcoming home, and celebrate beautiful moments with friends and family.
I cannot wait to see what happens as I take on each of the projects I’ve set my mind to. I can’t wait to see what you can accomplish too!
I hope you’ll join me as I share updates on my adventures!
I have decided to take this prompt a little loosely and write about a daydream I can’t seem to forget.
You know, one of those dreams that you keep coming back to and imagine experiencing no matter where you are, what job you have, and whatever else you achieve?
Ever since I can remember, I’ve wanted a place to graciously welcome guests and share ideas. More than just a home, I want a warmly sophisticated space for celebrating life through big and small events.
That dream has become a career goal and vision for how I want my life to be.
I write more about this “Venue Vision” in the About section of this blog.
I’ve also determined to make this dream and many others a reality…starting now!
Recently, I took Tonya Leigh’s Live Like an Editor workshop through the School of Self Image, which challenged participants to create a magazine cover depicting elements from their future dream life… then begin showing up in your life right now like the person you want to be!
I’ve shared mine below!
It’s so inspiring to see some of my dreams as a compelling cover.
I highly recommend tapping into Tonya’s advice through her podcasts or workshops!
I also love the free features of Canva, which enabled me to create this beautiful magazine cover.
Whatever motivates you, I hope you too begin living the dream life you can’t seem to forget!
I’ll keep you updated as my dreams take shape, and I can’t wait to hear from you as you live the adventure of following your dreams!!
I started this year (21 days ago now) with a vision of how a successful year would appear when I looked back on December 31st, 2022.
Being able to smile when reviewing writing I had published was one of the images I added to my vision…so to grow in that direction, I have just now joined a writing challenge from the WordPress platform. This will certainly be a challenge because it involves writing in response to a new prompt every single day in January.
I’m a little intimidated and hope that I can provide quality content…and set aside enough time to publish each day. But I’m telling myself, “yes, I can,” and I’m excited to see what happens.
*I’ll let you know what I’ve learned on 2/1!
The prompt for today is:
“If you could, what year would you time travel to and why?”
My answer is: This year!
Many people have beautifully written about visiting with lost loved ones in the past or seeing how their family has grown at a certain point in the future (someone even added that they would be interested in going back to witness the dawn of time-which I’m not sure is an actual year? But, hey, that’s creative!). These ideas are fantastic. However, I chose 2022 and would like to make the argument for you to as well.
This is a wonderful year.
Of course, I would like to re-live many things in past years, and it would be pretty cool to see what I achieve in the years ahead, but I read the question as, “which entire year would you time travel to?”
While I love to think about all of the great moments, no year is without it’s difficulties as well.
All years are different, but no year is intrinsically better than another…except for the year surrounding you, everything you’ve learned as well as your hopes your dreams are here right this second.
If it hadn’t been for all of the years in our pasts, we wouldn’t be where we are today, with all of the lessons learned and all of the potential in store.
I encourage you to feel the warmth of joyful memories and hopes for a distant year and to reflect on all you’ve discovered during relaxing and even difficult years… then really embrace where you are right now and make each day part of your best year yet!
Instead of asking myself what would happen if I could go to the past or future, I’m challenging myself to ask what can happen if I rise to challenges this year.
Say, “yes, I can” when presented with challenges, and you will be enjoying yourself too much to consider traveling to a different time.
When I remember my foray into the Fiery Furnace at Arches National Park, I have a very distinct image of myself leaping across a bottomless cravass, arms flung wide, wind in my hair, sailing joyfully through the breeze.
This is NOT how I looked though. I’m 100% positive of that.
In real life, when faced with a gap between two rust colored boulders, I made it across, essentially carried by my sister’s fiance, while reaching frantically for my sister’s outstretched hands, with cheeks damp from tears, and a behind covered in dust…decidedly less glamorous.
You may be asking, “Um, Erica, how did grungy real-life terror translate into the effervescently confident leap of your imagination??” “Did you actually hit your head on one of those rocks?!”
I faced my fears, so in my understanding, I was soaring!
The Back Story:
Moments before crossing what I call a bottomless crevasse, I found myself sitting in fear, repeatedly sobbing, “I can’t do it”…and perhaps even flinging my arms at my sister and her fiance as they offered help.
To provide context, I am scared of heights. I’m not talking, like oh gosh, I’d never go skydiving. I mean, others need to climb the eight foot stepladder to place the star on the Christmas tree for me. I also have a bum leg, which amplified the potential danger of landing wrong on the other sloping side of the small gorge.
My family had also learned earlier in the week that the NPS means serious business when identifying an excursion as difficult, and at that moment, I was two thirds of the way through an “extremely difficult, non-ranger-lead hike”for which my family had just sat through a mandatory safety and environmental awareness video.
The beginning of the hike was a fascinating step into a side of nature none of us had ever really experienced. Life in these canyons thrives in a delicate and harshly beautiful echo system. We were all thrilled by the unique discoveries and views at every turn.
The Fiery Furnace had also presented several challenging moments, requiring us to scramble over sandpaper boulders and shimmy through canyons narrower than some of my purses, all while experiencing the very definition of baking in the desert sun.
We were a good bit more than halfway through the unmarked (of course, it was unmarked, why make this easier?) trail when I reached the crevasse, a fissure wider than my laptop between two mammoth boulders. A rust colored wall rose up to the right, and to my left, the boulders curved into the darkness of an abyss, presumably several stories deep.
I froze, pretty literally petrified. I went through every emotion, stubbornly insisting I was going back the way I came. However, though everyone else tried to reason through it, I knew turing around wasn’t an option with no trail markers and less than an hour till sunset. My parents, sister, and her fiance had already carefully taken wide steps over to the awaiting boulder. I couldn’t get across to meet them though. I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t. Surrounded by everyone urging me onwards, I still could not and breathlessly insisted on this as I sat ugly crying on scorching stone with terrifying images of the result of a single misstep racing through my mind.
Several moments of sheer panic passed, and I realized that I had to move forward. It was a simple fact. Back wasn’t a real option and neither was spending the night in untamed wilderness, so I stood up. I willed my legs to stop shaking and allowed for Dean to steady me as my sister waited to pull me toward her.
It was a horrible experience.
I have never been so excited to see civilization (our lone rental car in a deserted parking lot) after rounding the last turn.
However, this experience challenged me to see that I can do far more than I sometimes give myself credit for, and I have been able to carry the lessons of this moment into other areas of my life.
My bet is that you too can hardly imagine what you can do when you stop sitting in fear. The best path forward may not even be clear cut; both directions could be fraught with frightening difficulties, but sometimes, you just have to choose one anyway. Then as you are being as strong as you can be, accept some help too…you may even be surprised to find who is around to help you.
Even when you can’t easily say, “Yes, I can”…try!
You’ll see that you can do so much more than you expect! You may even feel like you’re flying afterwards, and that’s what you’ll remember later!