On the couch...with a cappuccino

Sometimes you read something, and you just know......................that if you ever met the person who wrote it, if you knew them, they would *know* you back....you would be HEART friends, because it's almost as if they can see into your soul....that's how I felt when I read this......

I want a life with less stuff in it - fewer clothes I don't wear, less mail and less paper; fewer to-do list items that don't make my heart sing. I want everything in my home to either do something or mean something.


I intend to travel less - only for real fun or real money.

I want less email and the nerve to not answer it if I don't feel like it, and maybe not even open it if I don't feel like that. I want a clearer calendar and a shorter tax return.

I look forward to divesting from my wardrobe any garment that has "sweat" as its first syllable.

I relish the thought of knowing less about Brad and Angelina and more about me. I crave the chance to do more work that matters and less that spins my wheels.

I want days to be longer so I don't have to choose between mediation and writing in my journal, or between yoga and Pilates, my husband and my daughter. Long days would mean making dinner from scratch and writing with a pen. Days like that would put empty spaces in my life so if something wonderful showed up, there would be room for her to sit. I want more time to spend with my dog. (If I had the time, I'd get the dog.)

I want to live in the day I'm given and stop defusing miracles by needing them so much.

I want to spend more time with the people I love and the ones I find interesting.


I yearn to immerse myself in the sacred and be choosy about the profane.

I choose to live my life now and never again strive to reach a goal unless I should happen to take up hockey....
 
When I read this I was overcome by emotion....how can someone so far, be so on the mark about my life....I guess because whilst we do sometimes feel like lost souls out at sea, we are more alike, and less alone than we think.....
This piece was writen by one of my favourite authours: Victoria Moran