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A Challenge: Real Life Imagination


I hereby issue you a challenge:
Take a moment and write down where you see your life in 5 years.
What do you think you will accomplish in the next 5 years?
What major life events do you think will happen in the next 5 years?
Will you still be living where you are?
Will you still be working on the same things?

There's no pressure to be right.
Usually when I do this, I seal my imaginations in an envelope and open it in 5 years.
And it rarely matches reality.
At first, that embarrassed me.  I thought either I should be embarrassed for guessing wrong, or I should be embarrassed for not achieving my intended purpose.
But now I realize that it is just fun.
It's fun to see how your ideas change and how life changes in unexpected ways.
It's fun to see what was important to you 5 years ago.
It is such a neat little self-study, and it's totally worth it.

So, go ahead.
Write a real life imagination of where you think you will be in five years.
Have fun!

(And comment below to let me know that you did this!)

{By the way, the photo is of my dog, Blossom.  She's the one who arranged the blanket that way and lay in it, and it was too cute to ignore.}

Comments

  1. I have written a letter to myself before to open in ten years (which shockingly comes up in two years, so it will be interesting to see how I've changed). But this sounds like a really cool idea! I will do it - I often journal about these things but it would be fun to seal it in a envelope. Thanks for sharing! xx

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    1. Oh, wow, that's so exciting Jessica! It will be so fun to see what you wrote in your previous letter (when you get to open it in 2 years). That will be awesome!

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  2. I have done this! I put it in my file cabinet with my keepsake letters and hopefully I will remember to open it in five years.

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  3. I like this idea! I think I'll do it.

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