Have you ever looked at something and said “wow”? I get a lot of comments from clients and potential clients that they feel like they have a lot to be thankful for in their lives – that life is overall pretty good, but they feel like they are missing something. The “wow” in their lives are missing.
They feel like they are going through the motions, or as I like to call it, they feel like they are on the “hamster wheel” of life. Each day seems to be “same ol’ same ol’”.
There is a feeling that they are living life for everyone but themselves
I work with mostly women, and the great majority of these women are moms So, they’ve been in this mode of checking the boxes over the great majority of their lives – finish college, get a job, find a partner, get married, buy a house, have kids, move up the ladder in their career, and juggling EVERYTHING.
Life is too short to go through it feeling “meh”!
I hear a lot of these women say that they feel guilty for wanting more in their lives – for wanting something for themselves.
So what to do about it? I want to introduce you to someone who has made a huge impact in my life. Someone who has encouraged me, by example, to look at the positives and go after what I want and need in my life to make me feel better than “meh”.
My Grandpa Swenson.
He left us in December at the age of ninety-five, but he lived a long, FULL life. My Grandpa is, and always be my number one role model of the person I want to be as I get older.
My Grandma is pretty special too. She is ninety years old and she misses my Grandpa so much. As a couple, they are also a role model for what I want in a relationship as I age.
My Grandma and Grandpa were like teenagers – even in their nineties, they would hold hands everywhere they went and were generally inseparable. My Grandma says that their secret was that they never said a mean word to each other.
They had so much love and respect for each other.
Back to my Grandpa though.
My Grandpa saw the world through a lens of wonder and amazement. He was an adventurer, a traveller and a skilled craftsman. He loved to do things with his hands.
He would cut wood on their large property for heating their home in the winter, he gardened, and he was a very talented woodworker. He would actually create lumber from the butternut trees on their property and turn it into beautiful, handcrafted furniture and other trinkets.
My Grandpa loved meeting new people and had an open mind.
My grandparents loved to travel and participated in mission trips to Ecuador for many years. They slept in dorms and traveled in dugout boats on the Amazon (not comfortable!). They traveled to the Amazon jungle and slept on the ground in tents. They participated in the natives’ tribal ritual of sharing something called “chicha”, which is fermented saliva!
I loved hearing the story of this ritual! It sounds so disgusting, but my grandparents were aware that not partaking was offensive to the tribe, so they went ahead and fit right in.
They were amazed by different cultures and different people, and I think it is so neat that when they told stories of their trips, they wouldn’t talk about the luxuries or comforts, they would talk about they people they met and the connections they made.
They traveled to have a raw experience. Not just to see the sights.
My Grandpa was cutting and splitting wood for heating their house and working in their yard and garden into his early 90s. He stayed super active. He had many health problems but just kept going as if nothing was wrong.