Many of us are trying to find our true home. We search for it everywhere. Where is our true home? Is it a physical place, a metaphor, a dream or a feeling? How do we create the blueprint and foundation of our true home? Business and Career Strategist and Co-founder of The Resting Mind, Mimi Bishop shares her thoughts on how we need to look within to find our true home.
“Home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling”—Cecelia Ahern
I stare at my reflection and say out loud….
“I want to go home.”
When I tell you I am home, you may be confused.
But it’s the voice that’s played through my mind for as long as I can remember. When I have felt exhausted, afraid, restless or out of sorts.
“I want to go home.”
Which begs the question…. If this isn’t home, then where the heck is it? I recognize, I am “enlightened” enough to know that this is something coming from my subconscious mind. I decide it’s worth investigating.
Is home a physical location? A metaphorical place? A dream?
If it is a physical location does it mean I am not in the right place or space? The wrong neighborhood? If it takes a village… is this the village I want?
If it’s a metaphorical place does it mean that there is something off with my thoughts and emotions? Is it a subconscious pull to tell me that I am off base and not going in the right direction?
If it’s a dream is the dream… the vision of what I want, the house of my dreams, something to give up? Is the longing too much for something that may indeed never materialize?
I’ve been dreaming about it for so long. How much longer can I hang on? I tell myself it’s so close… just a little longer. But am I kidding myself? Will my heart be broken?
Even worse… What if I get to the dream home? The full blown Pinterest version and I still feel this way. Restless, Unsure. Unworthy. Longing.
Yet, my heart says it again. “I want to go home.”
When I feel this way, my brain loves to make plans on the steps to achieve the goal. This time, my heart tells me to sit and listen.
Again.. “I want to go home.”
My head hurts and so does my heart. This time I am not afraid of the feeling. I wait. And then it comes to me.
Home isn’t a physical place, a metaphor or a dream. It’s a feeling. Perhaps it’s my divinity calling me back.
But how do I reconcile my soul with what I physically desire?
The elegance. The luxury. The simplicity. The expense? The reality.
And there lies the disconnect. The pattern interrupt of my soul and my physicality.
Which makes my heart pound even more because really, I want to go home!
I respond to my mirror’s reflection. “OK… we will find home.”
My awakening makes me think if my home starts with a feeling then I get to be the architect of my palace (I actually just want a small bungalow) and create my own blueprint.
All structures start with the foundation and I see that my foundation must be created from my own core values, which are beauty, simplicity and freedom.
I start to daydream about what this would look like and how I can start to bring those things into my life right now at this moment, which starts to evoke the feelings that feel like home.
Solitude. Sunlight. Books. Fresh flowers. Not too many things. Pets but not too many people.
Suddenly, my daydreaming comes to a screeching halt. I panic. What if it’s not safe to say what I want my house built on?
Will I be cast out of whatever small village I am a part of? Will I not be invited into the neighborhood I most desire?
Then I remember, the brave choice to listen to my personal calling and finding my home invites me to explore what it could be like to live a life of fulfillment, peace, love for myself and all the people around me.
When I am free to accept myself, I am more free to accept you too.
Being safely tucked in my home keeps me from anxiety and depression. It shields me from failure and disappointment. It buoys me from fear and self-doubt. It makes me whole and allows me to put my brilliance and sparkling energy out into the world, which I know in some machinations of physics will make the world a better place.
What I recognize is that the striving, doing, need to be perfect, over-achieving, burning out to only do it all over again is akin to trying to build a mansion without a blueprint. That burned out and exhausted woman looking back at me in the mirror was a lady who invested in a mansion that never had a blueprint nor a foundation. It’s clear there is no resale in that kind of home.
With this knowledge, I’ve given myself the key to the front door of my new home.
I find that home starts with the dream — then how it gets to the metaphor, then how it gets to the physical (I think this will happen – I don’t have proof).
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