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The Only Thing I Knew I Wanted
Exactly four years ago a coach gave me an exercise that changed everything. I hate that phrase. So dramatic and usually people don’t mean it when they say it.
I mean it.
Less than six months later we had moved to a completely different city—in a different state—living in a borrowed RV and expecting a new baby.
Changed.
Everything.
So what was the exercise?
Nothing mind-blowing: Simply thinking through what I would choose if money were no object.
Simple isn’t usually easy.
I couldn’t tell her what I really wanted. I wasn’t sure myself. So we started by stripping away what I knew I didn’t want.
We didn’t move to where we wanted to be so much as we moved away from where we knew we didn’t want to be. That’s how most of the changes came to be.
But I do have a strong memory of one image that popped into my head when this coach asked, “What vehicle do you want to drive?”
A very specific vehicle came to mind. Not just a make and a model, but a car owned by someone I know.
Now, four years later, the memory resurfaced for a very specific reason:
That car is now ours, given to us free and clear without even asking for it—the exact car, not just the same model and make, a gift from that someone I know.
Begin the journey toward finding FLOE with part one.
