If you have decisions to make but feel like you’re just circling around the same thoughts, fears, ideas, and possibilities in your head but can’t find an out to take action, I want to invite you to journey with me over the course of the next several episodes toward discovering better decision-making habits by engaging our bodies, particularly our five senses. Listen in.
Links + Resources From This Episode:
- Get 30% off your first KiwiCo crate
- Episode 141: Redo Your Morning Routine
- My conversation with Susan Stabile on The Enneagram Journey
- Embracing The Body by Tara Owens
- Grab a copy of my book The Next Right Thing
- Find me on Instagram @emilypfreeman
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I listened to this episode today while driving my children to an appointment. I assumed they were in their own world in the back seat and was surprised to hear them both answer your closing question. “In closing, a short, but not so simple question for you to carry into your day, if hope had a smell, what would it be?”
My 17 year old daughter answered “Sugar Cookies” and my 15 year old son, “french fries.” I asked them to elaborate and loved the chance to have a thoughtful conversation with them. Sugar Cookies are holiday visitors, and special occasions, things she looks forward to each year. French Fries, my son said are always good, but some times they are AWESOME. Every time he gets fries he hopes they will be awesome. This spun into a question about the difference between wishes and hopes. They both agreed hope is real, and wishes are fun but not real. Thank you for this cherished chance to see into their hearts.
I love this!
this is so precious!
Hope smells like fresh brewed coffee in the early morning. Also it smells like a new book!
If hope had a smell … I love the way it smells after a brief rain shower. ☔
Yes! That was also my immediate reaction to the question. Hope smells like rain in the air after a dry period. And I have now reminded myself of the word to describe that phenomenon: petrichor.
When I run my finges across the fresh basil growing outside, which is one of the few things that I manage to maintain and sustain, the smell permeates my finger tips. This smell is hope. Hope that the seed will grow into something with purpose. Hope that the plants will add flavor to ordinary life occurrences. Hope that I savor life’s moments as they come, good and bad, easy and hard, rewarding and challenging. I am smelling hope today.