Our bodies crave that routine. We don’t like change, not really. We like to eat at the same time, go to sleep at the same time, get up at the same time. We even tend to eat the same things, falling into a food rut just as easily as we fall into a routine rut.
Our souls are a whole other animal. Our souls crave adventure and change. If we don’t change things up a bit every so often we start to shrivel up inside. It’s a slow shrivel, one you wouldn’t notice from day to day, until one morning you wake up and realize you have no desires, no goals, no aspirations, no dreams.
Do you still dream? Not the pink elephant kind that happen in the dark of the night or when you’ve had too much to drink, the kind that happen during the day. The “I wish I could…” dreams.
Remember saying as a kid “When I grow up I…”? Have you done that stuff? Do you still want to? What replaced those dreams?
I just finished Debbie Macomber’s Twenty Wishes, which I really just picked up as a quick and easy diversion. I never expected it to give me so much food for thought. Her main characters all vow to create a list of twenty wishes they hope to see fulfilled in their lifetimes. Not goals, wishes. Some whimsical, some serious, some attainable, some more of a stretch. Enough to kick their widowed souls back into life.
As I read I wondered about my own wishes, my own desires. I haven’t let myself daydream like that in far too long. I finished the book and I realized that I needed a list of my own, if only to keep my soul young and free.
I haven’t come up with twenty wishes yet, but I love thinking about it. It’s food for thought on the highway, it’s distraction during the chores, and yes, it’s an inspiration for the future. It’s too easy to get caught in a routine rut and I want to remember that there’s a whole world waiting for me beyond the day to day basics of my life.
I bring you my wish list, as it stands so far:
1) Take my children home to Paris and watch them discover my childhood world.
2) Walk into a bookstore and see my book on the “Staff Favorite” table.
3) Take my husband to Amsterdam and gloat “I told you so” when he tells me he’d like to live there, forever.
4) Be proud of my body and happy with the way it looks. Not a number, not a size, just satisfied that it’s in the best shape it should be in, for me.
How about you? What are you wishing for?