Happy anniversary to me!

It’s been two years.

Two years since the last time I opened up facebook or Instagram to scroll.

(And about two months since I finally deleted the apps, well hidden in a folder, off my phone).

And I don’t miss it at all.

Make no mistake – it was hard early on...

I had a dream the other night where I was talking to the mother of my high school Spanish exchange student.  She was marveling at my Spanish language skills and how they’d grown (and we were fully having this conversation in Spanish in my dream).

(In my dreams, I am as fluent as a native Spanish speaker!)

I woke up chuckling a little to myself, how easy and fluid I felt speaking in Spanish in my dreams.  I thought back to taking Spanish in middle school and high school and even a few courses in college.  I remember signing up for those classes in college – “I should really keep up my Spanish” I thought to myself as I browsed the course catalog.

Oh that tricky word.  SHOULD...

I like to think of myself as living my best life.  I do work I love, I live in a place that feels like home, I get lots of time with the important people in my life, I get outside every day, I delight in reading and traveling…

And yet somehow, the occasional wave of yearning and disappointment sneaks in when I’m not looking.

Where does that come from?  If I am living my best life, what is that about?

My Seth Godin one-a-day calendar left me a big, beautiful hint last week...