Having It All

Daily writing promptWhat does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?View all responses

Having more money than needed to support people and causes I believe in. Resources to bless all the opportunities I’m given to be help. More art. More opportunities to do community art. Being part of a thriving community. Being able to mind my business and that not being negligence or apathy. Being able to have a dinner party and book club at my crib. Maybe even movie nights and then a discussion about the movie if it warrants one.

Being surrounded by compassionate, empathetic, motivated and driven people.

A pool to swim in. A sauna to sweat in. The right mix of oil for my scalp. Enough room for all my projects.

Neighbors who speak when they see me in the yard.

A schedule that allows me to be in constant connection with my highest vibration.

Being able to write and explore all of my creative gifts and earn enough money being creative to live. Have my grifts and disciplines respected, maybe even sought after…

A community of creatives to inspire and soothe my soul. Man cannot live on bread alone. A few artists who let me see their work before they reveal it to the public. I’d love to do collaborations and a few art openings or fifty.

Painful and scary as I know this is… To be led fully by my spirit.

Having enough energy to get all my household chores done or money to pay someone else to assist me.

Great views. A library that is spilling into every open space in the house. Wearing things I made.

A space dedicated to my hobbies, art and building. Surround sound to work to.
More laughter. Sharing good food. Hugging a lot. Holding babies whose parents take them home… Or who come get them before the end of the night.

Regular exercise. Outside events. Poetry readings. Live performances, live music and dancing where there are no wallflowers. I want to be hopeful.

Teeth that work and don’t hurt.

I want to regularly have deep conversations. I want to live in a town where it’s hard to get anything done because I run into so many beloveds.

Someone to regularly do my hair, nails and toes.
Seeing my work in a museum.

Traveling to hang out with my friends a few times a year.

My niece Serena staying with me a few weeks in the summer.

My dad to see me make it.
Me, seeing me make it.
More greens, cornbread, beans and homemade lemonade. More 70’s grooves. More of my great aunts dancing and laughing loud as they act out yesterday. More private jokes between them. More spring and fall days. More love.