It was a warm September day, 14 years ago, and I was staying with a dear friend on her property outside of Noosa.
We were strolling along her street, a country road really, with her toddler son skipping along between us hoping to show him the donkey who lived down the road. I felt a nurturing warmth within me and incredible ease in this environment.
I longed to raise my own children in a place just like this.
A couple of years later we were walking along this same road together. This time I was holding my baby girl… and that same feeling returned. I began dreaming of owning land that my little girl could run around on, with a pet dog galloping beside her.
It was a dream lifestyle I was beginning to crave.
Years went by and each time I visited the area the urge returned, and new memories and ideas were layered in my soul, like secret desires.
I imagined sipping my morning cuppa while cows passed by next door. Or sitting on our timber deck, watching the sun sink low behind our trees. as the kids swam nearby in the pool.
I had hatched my dream and even found a picture for my vision-board, a home with the heading ‘ An acreage lifestyle’… My dream now had a title.
But back in my ‘real world’, an acreage lifestyle could only be a dream. We lived in a suburb of Melbourne, not many acre properties and certainly none we could afford. More importantly we had a successful business to run close by, so we couldn’t move.
So one day I took that vision-board down, telling myself it wasn’t possible and that I was too careful for crazy dreams like that….
But you know what? Our dreams and desires don’t go away because we tell them too. Once they’ve hatched they exist within us, as a feeling and an urge that pulls us toward ideas and opportunities.
Our dreams want space to be explored, spoken about and experimented with.
But I was scared. Too scared of what I might want to do if I even began playing with this dream.
Instead I languished in a cycle of dissatisfaction and growing resentment, with my home becoming my chief source of frustration. Grubby walls, dated paint colours and broken handles all adding up to a place I was not proud of. Pulling into the driveway I’d feel the heaviness descend upon me.
I was unhappy in my home and inside I had a dream that was alive and begging for attention.
It was after reading The Desire Map that I understood how to listen to and be guided by my feelings, (the language of my dreams).
I learnt how to set feelings based goals which resulted in the sale of our business, a change of schools, the launch of my own coaching practice and finally the renovation of our home.
All of this clearing the way for the greatest decision of all, to sell our home of 20 years and move interstate.
Incredibly we have purchased a new home, on an acre of land, surrounded by forest in Queensland.
And as scary and exhausting as these last few months have been, nothing could feel more fulfilling and right.
So if you have a dream bubbling away inside, a desire for something more, something different, then allow it so speak to you. Listen to the language of desire, of yearning and be guided by it.
I’ve gone from thinking my dream was not possible, to being only months away from living it… and you can to.