i left for london yesterday.
and i can already hear abbey road calling my name.
several years ago, travel wasn’t in my forecast. i didn’t have the budget. time wasn’t sitting around in wads, begging me to use it. and the opportunities weren’t necessarily presenting themselves either.
when i look back at pictures of our home now, i see subtle changes in how i anchored the possibility of travel into our environment. i loaded up the belief travel would happen through a careful selection of things — travel books, maps, globes, and canvassed art. and eventually, the desire aligned with my reality.
think about an ambition you have. maybe it came in a creative rush, inspiring your brilliance. but if your environment does not reflect this imaginative whirlpool, you might end up feeling drained instead of actually having that intoxicating burn to make stuff happen. you are pulled back. slowed down. and back where you began.
look around a room in your house.
what are your things expressing?
what memories are attached to them?
has anything gone unconscious or stagnant?
do you have something in the room you LOVE?
and are your intentions held in place somewhere in the room?
when you lack environmental displays of your goal’s destination, the likelihood is you’ll stay put.
shift your home visually to where you want to be in a couple of years. because once you step into alignment with that energy, life catapults you forward in the most generous ways.