This is one of my favourite photos of myself. I am somewhere on the highway between Clarenville and Gander in Newfoundland, Canada. Lee and I were hitchhiking across this rugged and isolated island province, visiting small coastal towns and couch surfing or staying in friendly little bed and breakfasts.
See that little pile of luggage there on the roadside behind me? Those bags contain everything that Lee and I own in the entire world. We have no house, no mortgage, no car and nothing in storage. All of our worldly possessions fit on our backs and can be carried down Canadian highways, on the subway in New York at rush hour, or through bustling European airports. Whenever a car pulls up beside me, I am ready to grab my life and throw it in the backseat and let that stranger take me to a new town that I had never seen before.
I realized the other day when I was looking at my backpack; I weigh more than everything I own. My backpack can’t weigh more than 40 or 50 pounds even when completely full, because it always meets the airline weight allowance of 51lbs. I won’t tell you how much I weigh, but it’s definitely a bit more than that.
That realization had a certain poetic significance to me. Think about it; when something “has weight” we mean that it has significance. When we “give weight” to something then we place it as important above all other things. When something is “weighing on us” it is having a huge impact on our hearts and our minds.
The problem is when we let the wrong things weigh us down.
What are the reasons why your life is not going in the direction you would like it to? Is it because you have made your life too heavy to pick it up and change direction?
What is weighing you down? What are the things which are anchoring you somewhere that you don’t want to be?
If weight equals significance, you SHOULD be heavier than everything you own (at least symbolically) because you are more significant than the stuff you have accumulated.
I know that someday I will buy a house and have a closet, a sock drawer, a book shelf, a spice rack, a laundry basket and more than one pair of shoes. I hope that my traveling years will always help me remember that these are only things and that I own them and not the other way around.
You are more important than your house, your bed, your car, and all of the clothes in your closet. You are worth more than your computer, your desk, your chair and your microwave. You are more important than all of the money you have in the bank.
Who you are is more important than any job, possession, or status. Your life and your experiences are more solid and real and vital to you than anything you can buy and place on your shelves or in your cupboards.
Once you realize this, these things will not hold you back anymore from fully following your dreams and you will know how it feels to be weightless. (and oh what a feeling it is…)©Global Goose