This weekend I thought a lot about wishful thinking. It all started when PW posted a question on her blog: “If you could snap your fingers and grant yourself one wish, what would it be?” I poured over the thousands of comments people left, just interested in seeing what everyone wished for. The most common wish? To be in better shape. The second most common was to get out of debt/get a better job/win the lottery. Then the relational wishes came pouring in – to have a husband, to be on better terms with a sister, to live closer to family.
A friend of mine wants to be an illustrator, but right now he’s a salesman. Another friend wants to be an actor but works in PR. A girl I know wants to be an abolitionist but is currently a school teacher. We are a generation of people working on other things while we wait for “the thing.”
So that’s the question today, what’s your thing?
The comments came rolling in: be a writer/a musician/a stay at home mom/a difference maker. The list went on and on, with only a few “I’m already doing my thing” responders. It’s so true what he said, that we are a generation of people spending our lives doing unfulfilling things while we wait for fulfilling things to come and find us. It’s like we think that life is on pause until we secure our desired situation and press play.
There are a lot of times when I wish life has a pause button (like in the middle of a wonderful weekend) or an instant wish granter button (like in the middle of a really good cookie…to wish for another one), but as it stands life is on play, permanently. The time we spend wishing for things or waiting for things is time spent all the same.
Jon Acuff, in all his infinite wisdom, had the answer to the dreamers who commented on Saturday’s post:
Stop deciding whether you will sing or dance or be an accountant or study or play with your kids.
Decide it once and then do it.
He had more to say than that, and the rest is really good too, but that was the basic point. And I agree. A lot.