It’s morning on the farm. I call it a farm in my mind because some day I truly hope it will be. Right now it’s 10 acres, most of it forest, most of it over grown. 2 goats are munching away inside their shabby fence that we put up all wrong. The dogs are off on some adventure. Probably annoying someone somewhere. I’m just hoping they don’t come home smelling like skunk …again.
Pheobe, the cat, could normally care less what anyone is doing. She’s good for 10 second hugs and then she’s off to go lie in the sun. Not today though. She can’t decide if she wants to cuddle or attack me. She’s deeply offended at being ignored and thinks my laptop is some type of evil device that the world needs to be rid of.
And I get to sit here and write. Today I write of dreams and creation.
I love my crazy life. And it is crazy. We are suburbia. We are minivans and soccer games. Bargain shopping for name brands, easy access unoriginal restaurants, and in all honesty pretty content in the flow.
And yet here we are, a bunch of suburbia kids from the Northwest, living in the middle of nowhere North East Georgia, on a fake farm that someday will be great. People ask us all the time, “What brought you out here?” Sometimes when they ask I tell them “Facebook.” I did take a facebook quiz that told me I was destined to live in Georgia after all. But if I’m being honest I tell them the truth, “Inspiration and adventure.”
There was no real reason we needed to leave the security of our well crafted life, travel across the country and realize that we are kind of bad at farm life. But I haven’t regretted it for even a day.
Stephen and I dreamed about this life for years before we were able to create it. On a memorable camping trip when our oldest was about a year old we started talking about what we wanted our lives to look like. We started off just talking. But before we knew it, we’d dug a notepad out of the car and had drawn out the plans for our dream house and our 5 acres. A few months later, I pulled that notebook out again and I wrote out the story of my life. I wrote out the story of living in my dream house. My husband and I having offices next door to each other. The kids walking up the lane after the school bus dropped them off, and being able to stop immediately what I was doing to welcome them home. The dream is always the start of the reality.
So why do so many people get stuck in the dream and not progress to reality? I think it is because of 2 things.
They risk too little and plan too much. I love a plan as much as the next girl. But it took me 11 years to bring my dream into reality. And during that time I planned out my success. Everything was planned. The problem was, very little of those plans were put into action. Most of those plans lived in my planners, or in my journals.
Implementation was inconsistent because it involved risk. I had to get outside my comfort zone. I had to start something that might or might not work out. I had to make mistakes. I had to do it wrong and then fix whatever I had just messed up.
If you want to live a life outside the box, you’ll have to do what most people aren’t willing to do. You’ll need to take risks. I’m not talking about putting all your money into a risky venture. I’m talking about personal risks. Say what you think even when someone might not like it. Do what your heart tells you to do when it is scary. Believe you can have something better when all you see around you is mediocre.
And take action. Tell people your dreams. Let them think you are crazy for saying you can have big rewards. Take action anyway. Live each day in a way that your soul feels alive and you would want to do it again the next day. Get rid of have to’s and start playing again.
That really is my definition of living outside the box. Living in a way that makes you feel alive and is full of want to’s. It’s a beautiful life if you care to join.
*Goats not required.