It’s a sunny but chilly day, hat and jacket in one hand and  Rusty’s leash in the other, we set off for our walk. Having a friend to talk to makes today extra special. Two hours fly by when our conversations goes from food, to parenthood, and spirituality, to talents, and back.

This thought resurfaced: what if my life were my favorite story?
What if…

Would it change my perspective?

I think I would find it easier to highlight the good parts and truly celebrate them. Finding meaning in everyday happenings would become second nature.

Understanding my own path and the lessons within it, would be simpler. Making changes and enduring tough times might feel more manageable, knowing the benefits waiting on the other side.

Would I become braver in taking risks?

If my life is my favorite, anything about it would too. So, naturally I will value my relationships, my actions, my thoughts in a whim.

Being graceful and compassionate might come more naturally.
Would it be easier to love? I think it would bring me closer to God.

But on the flip side, would it be easier to be selfish and self-centered? It might skew my perception of what is real.

Perhaps I’d be quicker at seeing myself as superior or more capable, making it harder to recognize the potential in others.

If my life ‘had’ to be my favorite story, would I find fulfillment? or would chasing that ideal make it elusive?

How would I ensure it’s genuinely me and not just a performance?

I feel I am digging a deep hole here. It’s fascinating how anything, even a great idea, could turn out to be too much when taken to an extreme.

But I still love the concept of viewing my life as my favorite story from the perspective of valuing who I am, what I am, who I get to spend it with, and where I am in life.

So, what if we test this idea out? Let’s see how it feels to live as if our lives were our favorite stories for a day, a week, or a month. It’s bound to be an interesting experiment.

Ready? Set? go!