With the new move and J trying to make the house a livable space, we bandy about the question: What do you want?
What color do you want on the walls? What kind of couch do you want? Do you want to keep my plates or yours?
As J’s spent a few months in a new job, and I continue to work in my field while thinking about its long-term potential, we lob one another the question: What do you want?
What kind of work do you want to do? What kind of conversations do you want to have? What do you want to feel?
But, last night, as we again circled around what we want in and out of our lives, I asked J something that gave him pause — and when that happens, I know it’s something that I should pay attention to, too:
“What does your soul want?”
What does your soul want for this lifetime?
When retracting the question from outward manifestation to inner truth, it’s no longer answered by paychecks or paint chips. It takes more than a peripheral answer.
What does my soul want this lifetime?
It’s so easy to crowd this question out with particulars; those feel so much more manageable and actionable. But what’s the point in taking action if you don’t know where you’re going… and certainly if you don’t know why you’re going?
I don’t yet know my answer to this question. While the heart of it will likely stay the same over the decades, I’m sure it will evolve slightly, so it will be important to ask this question regularly to check the fidelity with which I’m answering it through my actions.
What does my soul want?
Erg. I’m going to have to get quiet and still enough to listen for an answer. But at least I feel I’ve found the right question.
Owning Voice 