Yesterday was moving day.
I unlike virtually anyone else I know, LOVES moving day. In fact, I love everything that leads up to that big day. I love looking at where I am in relationship to where I want to be. I love choosing my next destination as a result of the soul search. I love the quest of finding my ideal new haven. Each visit reveals a little bit more about what I want and what I don’t want. And of course finding “the” place is exhilarating.
I love going through all of my stuff to determine what will stay with me and what is no longer a part of my life. I love looking at old treasures that take me down a positive memory lane and the liberating feeling of discarding those items that don’t fit (literally and figuratively) me anymore. This move I finally gave up the jeans that no matter what I do, will never go past my thighs again… and instead of being sad about it, I was high off the fact that I have learned to love the thighs I once hated.
I love saying goodbye with happiness in my heart to what was… the last meal, the last shower, the final door shut… and hello to what will be… the first step through my new door, the first meal, the first shower. I love creating my new sanctuary, representing the person I have now grown into.
Of course you don’t have to physically relocate to achieve the same benefits of moving on and up. All it takes is a decision. A simple decision to go from somewhere that isn’t working for you, to somewhere that will. And then a plan.
For example, say you have a lingering ex-BF. You keep him around just in case he was as good as it gets, or plainly for those cold, lonely nights, or maybe only because he keeps you around. Whatever the reason, you (and everyone else) know he isn’t moving you forward to your best self. That means it is time to pack him up. Release yourself of his old t-shirt, his apology emails and so on. Consider tech cleansing him from your phone, Facebook, etc. In doing so, take a moment to be thankful for what was – the indelible mark he and your relationship made on your life. Take the time also to dissect what wasn’t ideal and vow not to replace him with the same guy in different shoes. Now imagine what you can invite into this new vacancy in your life… in your heart. Imagine what a sanctuary you can create with this newfound freedom. Oh the possibilities!
When we pack up the past, we can unload a lighter, healthier version of us into the present… making room for new, better fitting experiences.
Live and love largely,
Tristan
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Waiting in line for a latte can be the ideal time to return a call or beat the next level of Brickbreaker and the idea of flying on a plane iPod-less sounds so 2001, but putting yourself in a technological bubble makes it hard for potential mandidates to break through to you. Buds in your ears or your pretty little face buried in a PDA not only makes it difficult for a guy to penetrate your tech zone, as purposefully or not, you are putting up a “do not disturb” sign. In a world filled with tech-obsessed busy bodies, being the antithesis to this is a refreshing sight to see, and a subtle invitation to guys. So the next time you’ve got some idle time, where sure, you could pound through a dozen emails, text your BFFs or get lost in your favorite new download, consider instead disconnecting from your techie gadgets and open up to connecting with a human hottie. I guarantee pushing a boys buttons will be more fun!
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Friday, 25 June 2010