There, I said it. I’m restless.
Normally I’m pretty content. But lately, I’ve felt like I am unfocused, have no real direction. I haven’t been able to put a name to it until now, but the truth is, I’m restless.
I spent twenty years of my life in a constant state of busy-ness. A big part of that life revolved around conceiving of ideas for displays, promotions, new products, growth, expansion – then, with the help of my staff, set up a plan and execute it. As soon as one was complete, it was off to the next one, always with the big goal of creating a shop worthy of being featured in a major magazine.
Now, since selling the shop (prior to reaching that ultimate goal) I’m kinda floating. I have general ideas about what I would like to do, and plenty of projects to occupy my time, but I don’t have a specific, measurable goal that I’m working toward, and I’m letting it get to me. I’m sure much of my distress involves my unrealized dream, but dreams don’t always come true. It’s time to find a new one.
I know I need to have patience. Give the universe time to unfold in its own way. But patience is not my strong suit. And not knowing what I really want makes it difficult to formulate a game plan.
So, until such time that a “new dream” makes itself known to me, one that I can commit to, I need to find a way to channel the “restless” energy, and accept that although I am not where I want to be eventually, I AM where I need to be right now.
I’ve been looking at every day that I am not working toward a specific goal as being wasted time. I think it has just dawned on me that isn’t true. Every day there is stuff going on in the background, relationships being tended, my craft practiced, life lessons learned, and it’s all part of getting closer to discovering what that new dream will be. It’s not waste of time. It’s all part of the journey. And I need to start enjoying every day of it.
Thanks for being here to help me figure that out.