Monday, April 25, 2011

Finding What You Really Want To Do

Photo credit: Petr Kratochvil
Many years ago, when I was about 19, I met the person who thought me some of my first important life lessons.  We were introduced by his girlfriend, who was an editor in the newspaper I was working for at the time. He was about the age of my parents and hailed as a great unconventional artist. I loved the way he was expressing ideas from his partly Zen-influenced philosophy through pieces of art, often using sculptured objects in combination with light. We became friends and over the time he spontaneously started "coaching" me together with a group of fashion design students from my university.

We lived in a town at the seaside and the Sea Garden was our favourite place to meet up and talk. Once we were strolling there with a friend, who was confused about what direction her life should take. She was unhappy about her fashion design studies and wanted to do something different, meaningful and joyous - but felt unable to decide what that should be.

"There is one easy way to find out what you really want to do," said Victor (not his real name). "Just set aside an hour every day and do whatever you feel like doing, without judging if it makes sense or not. Write down what you did and after a few months check what was the activity you chose most often."

Trying to help us find our own answers was typical of him. Back then I thought I knew what I wanted, but this piece of advice was so simple and straightforward, that I remembered it anyway.

Yesterday my husband and daughter went to visit friends. I have seldom been on my own since our little one was born, and desperately needed some time for myself. The moment they left, I knew I was going to do exactly what Victor suggested years ago - fill my time with whatever felt right at the given moment.

I first had a shower, meditated, found my favourite skirt from the time before the pregnancy (and it still fitted me:-), and then slowly figured out what I was going to do next - write, write, write. I almost didn't stop until my husband and daughter came back in the evening. It was an absolutely joyous experience and certainly the best Easter Sunday in my life. It was as if Life started flowing again.

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