What Does It Feel Like To Be You?

Do you ever wonder what it would feel like if you led a different life?

If you wore different kinds of shoes and had a different head of hair and took different pictures with your iPhone. You might live in another house with another set of kids and another set of problems.

The green-eyed monster knows where I live and sometimes she visits me. I see your Instagram feed and I read your blogs and I see the colors in your home. And I’m jealous. Not because I don’t love my life, but because I love your life, too.

I want my life but I want it to have elements of your life. I want to travel to exotic locations and eat pretty food and connect with cool people. I want to exist in an artist’s haze where every moment feeds my art and my art feeds my family.

But I have no choice. I can only be me. And so I am the best me I can be. I don’t lose myself in your life anymore. (Ok, sometimes.) I don’t want what you have. (Ok, sometimes.) I want what I have. (Always.)

Sometimes, when I open my eyes really wide and I see the pure white walls of my home and the miniature people who run away from and back to me and the light that filters through the windows into our protected pocket of earth, I remember what it was like to be a child. Those moments are fleeting and untenable and perfect.

We were born perfect, but when we grow up, we forget. We forget that even the struggle exists for us.

I want to see the universe through your eyes, but I will settle on seeing the universe through my eyes–opened just a bit wider than yesterday.

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  1. Holy crap I was literally just thinking about this. I love my life, but when I get glimpses of others’, I want to be woven into theirs, too. Maybe it’s a bit of a writer thing? And I’m not gonna lie. I have to move to San Francisco now because of you. 😉


    1. Please! Do it! San Francisco is a magical place. The creative energy intoxicates. You already have a friend here and so does Ava!! It took us 2 years after planting the seed to get here and I’m still not sure how it happened. Divine intervention.

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      1. If we’re ever in the area, get ready for an epic play date! And it’s crazy how that happens right? It’s been the same way with us and Louisville. We always said “this would be a nice place to live” whenever we’d visit and lo and behold we do now.


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