Over the weekend I finished reading The Bucolic Plague by Josh Kilmer-Purcell who is one half of the Fabulous Beekman Boys.
I have never watched the show, but after reading an article in a magazine about them and having an deep affinity for people who throw out the 9-5 life in search of something better, I headed off to the library to grab his book.
The book is about how Josh and his partner Brent literally stumbled upon a mansion for sale in the Mohawk Valley of New York and buy it on a whim to use as a weekend escape from their NYC lives.
Josh dreams of becoming a gentleman farmer leaving the hustle and bustle of New York to permanently settle in the countryside.
He talks about his search to find his "best life".
I found this so captivating because in a way that is what I have been doing too.
Throughout my life I have never been fully content because I have always been dreaming about what is in the future.
Although I loved my first home, I used to sit there and dream of a slightly bigger, more comfortable house.
One in which all my furniture would be new and not hand me downs.
I was pretty happy with my job back then, but couldn't help but think of how fabulous it would be to have a career that had me hopping flights to different cities living a much more exciting existence.
Fast forward 16 years and I am living in a house I dreamed of way back then.
It is no mansion, but a modest home that fits our family perfectly.
It is filled with beautiful things I worked hard to own and I cherish immensely.
I had also found that job that had me flying around every few months from city to city.
Yet, I still wasn't satisfied.
How could this be???
Wasn't I living my Best Life?
The one I dreamed about so many years ago?
As I have grown older, I suppose my idea of my Best Life has changed.
Just as I have changed.
No longer did I desire to travel and work towards some fabulous career that would keep me away from my family and all the things I worked so hard to have.
My Best Life now is to just be.
To be still and appreciate all that I have.
I think what keeps life interesting is when it is a constant journey.
A journey of self discovery and exploration.
A ladder of sorts that we keep climbing.
I know I am constantly evolving and changing.
To stop doing so, to me, would mean I have stopped living.
And then how would I find my way to my Best Life?
What is your idea of your Best Life?
jean jacket: yuka jeans (old)
boots: style & co
bracelets: limited & express
sunglasses: banana republic