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The Observer
This month, I find myself writing in one of the most beautiful cities in the world: Seville, Spain. There are many places on this earth that are magical and stunningly beautiful, and Seville is among them. If she were in human form, she would surely be a goddess.
Permission
I’ve been asked a lot lately about what possessed me to make the radical changes to my life I’ve made this past year and the even more radical ones I am embarking on in the next couple of months. What made me leave the comforts of the life I knew is a question I get from people (particularly women) excited to see me designing a whole new life but seemingly resigned to not daring to dream themselves.
The Luxury of Enough
I wrote my first blog, called “The Luxury of Enough,” way back in 2011. Back then, we were post-2008 housing crash, and the once “must have” McMansions had become our white elephants. Self-storage units and pod use exploded, and our homes, garages, basements, and attics were bursting at the seams with all the things we just had to have. Soon we realized that the accumulation was choking us out, and maintaining, insuring, servicing, and cleaning our “stuff” was sucking our valuable life energy.
The Stranger
I recently heard someone say that freedom wasn’t “nothing left to lose” but rather, “nothing left to be.” What a powerful statement on the peace that comes with finally finding and accepting one’s authentic self.
The Goodbye
The 18th-century French poet and novelist Anatole France said “All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” Those words rang so true as I spent the past few weeks saying a bittersweet goodbye to the place I have called home for the last 22 years.
The Awakening
I write often about awakening and transformation and knowing when it is time for change. It is evident when it’s time for a transformation of our physical space, but few of us ever see when it’s time for spiritual transformation. So often the need for change in our lives starts with a feeling of dis-ease or discomfort. It’s usually subtle enough that we can ignore it or easily obscure it by distraction. But soon, the tap on the shoulder returns, and we’re given the choice to look at something or stuff it back down. Look at it, or stuff it back down. Look at it, or stuff it back down.