I awaken to the peaceful stillness of early morning and slither out of my cozy bed. I sip a glass of pure water and pad quietly to a pillow on the floor, looking out into beautiful greens and blues, tinted with the dawn sun. I meditate for a while, stretch and move back to the kitchen to prepare coffee. As the water heats, I sit at the table with my favorite journal, and take time to be grateful for all the wonders of my life.
I’m 29, I think I’ve never been happier. Things just keep getting better. I’m grateful for my comfortable home, where I live free of debt, while working to improve it and build it as a permaculture haven. I’m grateful for my love, stirring as the smell of the coffee wafts towards the bedroom, who celebrates life with me, and teaches me to grow as I teach him in turn. I’m grateful for my work, that connects me with inspirational people, uses my creative talents and intellectual abilities, and provides me a postive income. I’m thankful for my yoga practice, that grounds me and connects me with other yogis. I’m grateful for delicious foods, my garden, my fruit trees, and the community around me that supports local agriculture.
As I pour a mug of steaming coffee, I assess my tasks for the day. Caught up in a rush of passionate thought, I sit at my computer and start typing away. Music starts playing over the speakers, and I swivel around to get caught in a good morning hug. “Breakfast?” I nod, and go pick some fresh fruits to run through the juicer while he prepares food.
We part ways after breakfast, he off to work on home projects and in his studio, I back to finish up my writing project before I head down to the community yoga center. After class, I grab lunch at a cafe with some girlfriends. We leisurely catch up over my favorite dishes, and plot out our weekend get-together.
Afterwards I bike to my sailboat to work on some maintenance issues. I’m confident in my ability to work on the mechanical intricacies of the boat, and reflect on how much I have learned about boating and sailing in the last five years. Exhausted and satisfied my projects are completed, I pour myself a glass of iced tea and lie on a cushion with a book as the late afternoon sun warms my hair.
I’m awakened from a light sleep by my boyfriend and several friends. Sunset cruise! We sail in light winds with the setting sun, playing around with the instruments on board, sharing in a meal cooked below deck. When we dock back at the harbor and send our friends home, we talk about our days, edit photos from our last hike and plot our next trips. It’s late, but when I’m tired I simply crawl into the bunk on board, and fall to sleep with the gentle rocking of the boat.
Comments (9)9 Responses to “5 Years in My Future”
January 9th, 2011 at 9:16 pm
Would love to be a part of that dream
So peaceful.
January 10th, 2011 at 8:15 am
What a beautiful day. Here's to you living it!
January 10th, 2011 at 12:09 pm
Meet me at the cafe!
January 10th, 2011 at 12:09 pm
Do my best! Thanks for the encouragement
January 10th, 2011 at 5:03 pm
Beautiful. Sigh.
January 11th, 2011 at 11:13 am
January 11th, 2011 at 1:21 pm
Um, wanna plan my life for five years in the future?!
January 11th, 2011 at 6:53 pm
You inspired me to write "my perfect day" as part of my goal planning – thank you for sharing a beautiful vision
January 13th, 2011 at 4:15 pm
Yay! I've done this exercise a few different times and it always helps me see how my goals connect to my vision I have for the future. I hope you get to live your perfect day!