A few months ago, my mindless scrolling through social media brought me upon an article urging me to ask myself if I would wish my life on my children. The post addressed why so many parents tie so much of their own happiness and self-worth to their children’s success. It was an interesting read, but what stuck with me was not the content but the question itself.
Would I wish my life on someone else?
Truly, this question has followed me around like a basset hound for the last few months, nipping at my heels when I least expect it.
To me this question isn’t about the details of my life — my condo in little urban neighborhood, my daily commute to work, the amount of money I have to spend on groceries — but rather it’s about the way that I’m living my life. If I could unzip my shell and let someone else step into my world, would I let them? Would I feel proud of the way that I’m treating myself and my loved ones? Would I feel that I’m being kind to allow someone to live my existence and assume my habits? Would I want the other person to share the goals and values towards which my actions are pointing me?
The busyness of life sweeps us up in its torrent and before we realize it we’re miles from where we started. In its wake is sometimes left the remnants of the life we thought we would be living. For me this question is a compass. It’s asking me to recalibrate. The road back to where I veered off might be long, but with my feet pointed in the right direction, I can get there.
Would you wish your life – the way that you’re living your life today – on someone else? What might you change? Would you be kinder to yourself? Engage in things that make you happy more often? Slow down the pace?