As I have the privilege of living with and watching three wee boys grow I am conscious of big hairy audacious goals.
My five year old wants a jeep.
My eight year old would like a humongous Lego railroad.
Our youngest would just like everything that his older brothers want.
Each day these three beautiful boys share their dreams, large and small. They never worry about how it is all going to work out, but the goal is forefront in their mind and their smiles are humongous.
I have always wanted to write a book.
Somewhere in the last ten years, I have realized that I have forgotten about my big hair audacious goals. I had become caught up in the what and the how of daily life.
And now I am dreaming again and dreaming BIG. (Just take a look at yesterday’s post!)
I am living as a ten year old and recapturing what I used to love to do and how my mind loves to wander and wonder.
The barriers that were placed in front of me as I grew are gone. The visions and dreams to create in my life are mine alone.
I AM FREE!
Free to dream.
Free to be me!
Free to write a book and publish it on Amazon.
Right before ‘I am Malala’ on the list. Woah! I am humbled!
A family where we can choose to spend most of our time together.
A family where the children have equal time with both parents.
A family that can be full time living life together and part time at work.
My personal definition of a full time family.
A place where we choose our schedule and money is of no consequence. (What is money anyways, but a concept of trading money for time.) We are working very hard, every day to create residual, freedom income. Sexy Neck is working with a contractor to create a rental home on our property. I have launched a book into the world and I love coaching people using nutritional systems I love. The company gives me rebates for supporting and loving people to reach their individual energy, performance, weight loss, healthy aging or even financial goals.
My dreams continue to become reality as Sexy Neck and I walked our boys to school together today. As he is an educator with similar hours, I can count on two hands how many times he has been able to walk with us to school in the last four years.
I will hold to my full time family vision, not knowing ‘how’ it is going to unfold. My mom’s death taught me that sometimes we can’t just figure things out, we must walk them out.
With gratitude for each day.
With moments like this.
As a full time family.