One of the first things I did when considering the SheHive was to define what a perfect day would look like for me once the idea came to fruition. It went a little something like this…
Wake up with the sun, drink coffee, write for a few hours, go to yoga, have lunch with friends, coach private clients all afternoon, teach an early evening class, head home for dinner with the Mister and big group of friends, unwind with a long walk afterwards, then take in a glorious eight hours of luxurious sleep.
I’ve since learned that luxurious sleep - eight hours or otherwise - is for the dead and people that don’t own their own business. So are daily visits to yoga studio. In fact, most of the tasks on on my perfect day list are near impossible on a daily basis with my current schedule.
So you know what that means? Damned near every day is a failure. Ugh.
And then came last Friday...
a day so near perfect that I found tears of gratitude and joy rolling down my cheeks at one point and time. I did have lunch with friends and I did make it to the yoga studio, but a lot of what I thought made up a perfect day didn't actually happen. Lots of other stuff happened, though. When I reflected back on the tears and the day it finally hit me, my perfect day isn’t a set of prescribed activities, it’s a a set of feelings and experiences. It's connection.
I connected with the people I love most.
I felt connected to and in my body.
I was inspired.
I shared my story.
I was grounded in purpose and legacy.
And all those things? They can happen a million different ways on any given day. In fact, they often do and I often overlook them - searching instead for an idealized version of them.
How much of my “perfect” life have I overlooked?
Now, I’m not interested in looking backward to discover what I’ve missed. Nothing I could do about it now anyway. I am committed, however, to placing a different lens on the future. Where do my “five perfects” - the daily practices that matter most to me - show up? I foresee that a lot of "perfect" days have been hiding in plain sight all along.
What constitutes a “perfect day” for you? I’d love to hear what lights your soul on fire. Drop a comment below or shoot me an email at email@example.com.
With much love and gratitude,