Desire is a memory from your future self
There's a part of you that already knows.
The thing you want, the dream pulling at you, the life you keep imagining when you're supposed to be focused on something else? That's your future self calling you forward. You feel it as longing, as restlessness, as this quiet voice that won't leave you alone no matter how much you try to drown it out with logic or fear or being "realistic."
That desire is showing you the way. It's asking you to follow.
Then there's the other voice. The one that looks at your life right now and wants to keep everything exactly as it is. The one that built this safe little world and will do anything to protect it, even if that means staying smaller than you know you're meant to be. This voice says the unknown is too scary. What if it all falls apart? What if you lose what you have? What if the safety you worked so hard to create is all you're ever going to get?
So you stay. You tell yourself that what you have is enough, that wanting more is greedy or unrealistic or naive. You convince yourself that staying where you are feels better than risking everything for something that might not even work out.
But who gets to make the decisions about your life?
Your fear? Your past? The part of you that thinks staying safe means staying stuck? Someone else entirely?
Or you, right now, in THIS moment?
Right now you're letting what worked before dictate what you do next. You're using old safety to talk yourself out of new growth. You survived this way, so you think you should keep surviving this way. But surviving and actually living are completely different things. You want things for a reason. New experiences. Dreams you haven't said out loud. Things that scare you and excite you at the same time.
Your future self already did them. Already took the leap. Already trusted herself enough to try, and she's reaching back, pulling you toward her.
So how does it feel to be the one making the decisions? Not waiting for permission or the perfect moment or absolute certainty. Just deciding?
Let me know. I'm cheering for you.
XOXO,
Coach Coop