I read Peta’s post with the same title a couple of weeks ago. It was my #SundayFavourite on Twitter that week because it was just a lovely read, and very relatable. But, the thing is, I’m still thinking about it.
It’s a funny thing because, really, most of the time we’re thinking about what we want. What we want for dinner, which movie we want to see, where we want to go this weekend. I’m a very introspective person and I’m always thinking about what I want from life.
One of the main reasons I quit my job was because it was most definitely what I didn’t want. I got a big sense that I shouldn’t be wasting my very precious time on something that made me so unhappy.
When I read Peta’s post, it got me thinking about what I want my life to actually look like.
Not just what job I want, where I want to live, and do I want children?
More like, what do I want to fill my days with? What are the big and small things that would contribute to my happiness? What would make me feel like I was living my best life?
I want to worry less about money. I want to be in a financially secure place so that, when I pick things up in the shop, I don’t hesitate and try and work out what the total will be.
I would love to make good choices for my health and wellbeing every day. I want to feed myself fresh food, preferably which I’ve grown myself. Every weekend, I want to eat brunch with my friends and family. Now and again, I want to split a bottle of wine with my friends and laugh and talk it all out. Hosting the occasional party, maybe for New Year’s, would be fun, too.
I want to spend time with the people I love and who love me. That means quality time, making memories. I want to be a source of comfort and advice for my younger family members. I wish to show the people I love how much they really are loved. I want to squeeze my nieces and nephew while they’re small. I’d like to be in the position to pay back my parents for everything they’ve given me, and to see them enjoy themselves.
I want to build a successful career for myself, doing work that is meaningful to me. I need to have an impact on the world, even in a small way. I want to be a positive presence in others’ lives.
What I really want to do is help other people find happiness and to show people who have had similar struggles to myself that it is not over, even when it feels like it might be.
I want to find my people and make great friends. I would like less small talk and more meaningful conversations. I’d love to learn to say no in a way I feel comfortable with.
I want to use my body as much as I can, whilst I can. Confidence in my body and personality would be wonderful, actually. If I could get to that point, that would be super. I’d love to be able to walk into a room of new people without panicking about what I’m going to say. I already appreciate my body for everything it can do, but I’d love to fully accept what it is. I want to dance more.
I want to visit so many more countries, but also explore my own England much more because I’m so grateful to be from such a beautiful part of the world.
One day soon, I want to own a house and enjoy making it my home, filling it with my favourite things and creating space for myself.
I’d like to make time for the practices that are important to my sense of calm; yoga, meditation, walking outside, being by the sea. I would love to be able to write (and write well!) whenever the inspiration takes me.
Now and again, I want to spend a few hours just drinking tea and reading real books, ideally in a squishy chair in the garden. At least a few good weeks of sunshine each year would be appreciated, too.
I want to live by my values and support small businesses, cheer-lead other women, and continue to learn and be a better feminist.
I know that happiness is a journey, and not a destination, but I suppose acknowledging that I want these things can give me some direction.